Memories

Summertime’s so long ago

it’s now winter in my soul.

The future holds so little charm

but sweet memories are a balm.

Memories of days gone by

memories of you and I:

A bond so unique, so rare,

                                                          with such a lot of tender care….

                                                So here I sit day by day

                                                   dreaming the time away,

                                                        missing the summers of long ago,

                                                it’s now winter in my soul.