Never Again

By Rodney Schmidt: 1968

To look into the sky,
brings back pleasant memories.

I recall my youthful days,
when love was fresh and new.

It was so pure with morals high,
as near as I recall.

But as always, in a haze,
that love did fade away.

And now as love again draws nigh,
I cannot help but think.

Will it end as always, in a fiery blaze?
It just can’t happen again.

But then this person, who catches your eye,
as sweet as a morning rose.

You lose yourself in a million ways,
and dream how it will be.

And once again, you heave a sigh,
to enter reality.

What else is there to say,
except “I told you so.”