Sunday afternoon and the setting orange sun,
Long shadows take me to our days of fun!
That green bench in the park and the wind in our hair..
Time slipping away-what would we care?
Younger days, younger us and music in our ears..
What did your laughs mean?And what did my tears?
Long gone are the days of my ragged jeans and untucked shirt..
Your beautiful penmanship-Now a lost art!