Janet Rattay

OUR DREAMS

We spoke the words
that contained our dreams
like special treasures
locked away in a secret place
that only our youth held the key
These simple desires were
waiting to be fulfilled
Desires as fresh as
flowers in bloom
The world was our
for the taking
Those precious moments,
for some, did not occur
Stolen unfairly
the youth were cheated
Their dreams shattered
like a broken mirror
Seven years of bad luck
some would say
But for the youth
of the sixties
over 58,000 dreams
ceased to exist
We were young once
We were young.