We were young, so was the night,
We were looking for fun and ladies bright.
We went for a drink and had a few,
Then went to the dancing, there was a queue.
We met two nice ladies who were on holiday.
We joined up with them and danced the night away.
They invited as back to their apartment near the shore,
We kissed and talked and kissed some more.
When the dawn came we all felt good,
We listened to music on the radio, still in a good mood.
On the news it said a famous rock star had died,
We found it hard to believe and thought they had lied.
As we walked along the shore road heading for home
This was our first experience of denial and accepting what had gone.
It was true that our beloved rock star had prematurely departed.
But it was cushioned by the feelings of a new relationship started.
Many years later we spoke about that night,
Fondly remembering and cherishing our delight.
Sometimes romantic events are easier to remember,
When they coincide with historical events on the calendar.
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Delightful poem, free and sweet and with profoundness.
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Thanks Jet, it’s a true story.
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