Gone are the days of the innocent dream,
A time when love showed respect,
When chivalrous men displayed high esteem,
Poor manners, proper ladies would deflect.

Lost in the shadows of a rude modern world,
Cool to show promiscuous behavior,
s*xual disarray and disease unfurled,
Common decency their only saviour.

I recall a time when love was young,
An innocence so precious to savour,
Lips soft kisses speak, not foul mouthed tongue,
Our breath minty, not cigarette flavour.

We oft' whispered a prayer to our silver coins,
Then released them to the old wishing well,
Stared at them glint as they fell entwined,
Just as we would, under starryeyed spell.

'Neath the shedding cherry blossom, where lovers used meet,
Like confetti when the breeze did blow,
We'd laugh and kiss on the worn wooden seat,
Petals showering like a fall of pink snow.

Oh ! Where are they now, those bygone days ?
Return to us please !... we implore,
Banished forever in respectful haze,
Replaced by a lawless street whore !