Lost Dreams.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved



Ah, for the lost dreams of youth

That is why God makes us die young

Oh, for the harm that might have been done

If only I knew then, what I know now

A young man who knew how to apply himself

But I was only dreaming of you.

(You were pretty drunk last night. -ed.)

(Was I? Did I say anything interesting? -louis.)