Of youth mine eyes would not bear the sun,
this ball of gold, my friend, my light,
It warmed my bones, empowered my play,
whispered fear not of the night.

We ran together and rested spent,
shared smile and skies embrace,
first friend each day, awoke to greet,
bid play, as warm my face.

Our time of golden was our friend,
for we forget to soon our smile,
lest forget we shall our friendship past,
of years through slight and guile.

As man grown, mine eyes now bear the sun,
for they are older, and shall see more,
I remember friend our summers past,
and love each day, as taught before.