In those days when they were babes
They craved
Even in those days
They craved for an early grave
An early grave to bury their loneliness
Sleep came easy
But not all so easy
For kisses they missed pressed at their lips in their dreams
In those days when they lived like babes
There were days and nights of sadness from emptiness
They wished upon some fullness
To crossover for a fulfilment
Smiles formed so faintly
But not all so faintly
For dreams of days and nights of emptiness
Passed with promises of palpable companionships
In those days when they loved like babes
They loved babes
Even in those days
Babes loved to be babes of love
Loving came from a heart so pretty
But not all so pretty
For hearts of babes rushed to love
At the first sight of love
For feverish feelings of infatuation
Overran the passion of babes of love
In those days when they made the grade
The babes were no babes to denigrate
They had upgraded to arrive at a fertile age..to mingle
They had updated to meet their marrying mates
…heart to heart
So they grabbed babes…any within a heart’s reach
For a walk down the aisle
Babes believed in loving
“If we are not loving
Then we are not living”
So they loved…so to live
In the maiden days when marriage began its walk
Babes worked at it…so hard at it
Smiles formed so easy
Even in those days
Babes made marriage wade through its own rivers
To pave its own way through the ocean of waves
For waves to pace at their own sea of babes…and their lovers
In those days when marriage continued its meandering journey
Babes suffered to single out reason they mingled in
Babes stopped to reason out
“To mingle in was better than to single on…endlessly
To mingle in was to step out of a singles Inn…permanently”
Many days hence
Sleep came not so easy
Marriage struggled to catch a breath
When babes lived without loving
When babes lived for a heart not so loving
It was in those days when marriage began to reap a broken vow
In those days when marriage began a walk down
…down the ailing street
When marriage came to a whining but a binding wreck
Before winding down to a total crack
In those days when they were no longer babes
They craved
Even in those latter days
Babes craved to single on
They vowed never to mingle in
Babes longed to live on a long lone range
