Last Night
A free-verse poem written in 1969 when the world needed to change.
Last night, I spoke lovingly,
To a friend I’ve never seen before.
She spoke swiftly,
And acted naturally, with the same speed.
Make love.
Last night, I spoke lovingly,
To a friend I don’t even know.
He turned away with a smile –
Happy, but not looking back.
Take love.
Last night, I spoke lovingly,
To a dream I’ve never dreamed before.
It stayed all night,
And made me warm.
Give love.
Last night, I wept,
Because my fellow man was still warring and killing.
No matter how I pleaded,
No one, but no one would,
Live Love.
Why is it so hard to just live love?
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John Oliver Smith
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