It was a morning so balmy
That we dressed for endless summer.
In our warmth, we celebrated like a conquering army.
The future we foresaw was a jolly jumble —
One part projections out of a bleary past,
One part prophecies inspired by hope —
A vision that was only a rough forecast.
That distant day was over and gone
Well before we had time to think
About the betrayals and failures
Lurking behind the next blink.
For a moment we were young and beautiful
And beyond the reach of ugly blame
For mistakes awaiting us in a broken world.
It was later that we learned to look back in shame.
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