Passages
I once loved a lad of twenty
We’d climb the hills with tall blades of grass so plenty
Through wispy fields we would run so fast
The golden splendor of our youth
With no end, no last
I once loved a fellow of forty and five
We’d walk the shores hand in hand
Feeling content and so alive
Through sun kissed days and starry nights
So much ahead with no known sorrow in sight
I once loved a man of eighty and four
We’d sit and talk and laugh and talk some more
The twilight of life intrepid we go with no delusions
Reflection brings such peace if not only a conclusion
Alone I sit thinking of days of yore
Alas I have loved and love no more
|