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Twenty-Five

It was just a yellow afternoon
We didn't know it was the last chance day.
But there on the table lay,
All the words we would never say.

I was twenty-five that year.
I remember feeling old,
And those secrets we never told,
Fearful of what the silence might hold.

We were so stupid young back then,.
Still,I cannot would not change it now.
I wanted all that love would allow
But we became other people, somehow

I was twenty-five that year.
Once, I wish I’d been bolder,
Rested my head on your shoulder.
But that was when I was twenty-five -
And now, I am older.



Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" 

Round 6 Week 3

Prompt -In celebration of WdC's 25th Anniversary,
write a poem involving the number 25 or
a birthday/anniversary celebration.