SPECIAL MEMORY

My Memory of You

I have a memory of youWho loved poetry, even as I.

Who would walk with me through The fields and sigh For far-off dreams.

But youthful dreams did not Come true.

Or so it seems.

I wonder if they ever do. I mean the dreams of life that we Dreamed those long, lazy summer days And nights.

We would sit by the Water and gaze.

At ships that pass. And think how life is like the sea. And we, alas But ships that sail beyond the lea.

Who can control our destiny? Who can say whether your bark And mine Will meet again in some sunny clime Or distant shore?

I hope the fates, if such Have this in store there be,For two such old-timeFriends as we.