MEMORIES--dedicated to all of you

Do you not remember
our school- days of long ago
when our hearts were so eager
and bold, and knew no sorrow?

Did our feelings then not gather
to chase after love in its sweetest glow
when to some faces we did surrender
and we were caught in that amourous throe?

But time has spoken, each chapter
has its changes wrought, all that we now know
youth is a fleeting dream, its resplendent flower
has withered in the no-longer green meadow.

Yet, no tears need be shed-- not ever
the years have wisdom bred--  tomorrow
will herald in calm acceptance for the better
and days of peace and joy will continue to follow.