Time just slips away
and the days they start to flow.
When I was young and strong I could only see light.
Against the years I had everywhere to go.
And the rivers I would cross
and the sunsets I went through.
Running like a free horse out of the fold
and there was nothing to do but dream about the new.
In the moonlight under a Sycamore tree
I drew my first love up close to me.
I remember how she set my soul free.
Oh what a friend wish I could do it again.
The days whirled by so fast
I took that girl and made us a home.
Surrounded by the youth we needed to live
we watched the time pass til we left it alone.
Guess we lost our way
and now we're on our own.
I was running from her she was running from me
never noticed the pain that was starting to grow.
We stayed past the limit wasting our time
crushing all the values we brought in.
We lost in the end we were way out of line
and there's no going back there again.
The Autumn days have finally come.
There's shelter in the memories now.
Hindsight's visions are on the run
now I got time to look around.
Oh time and time again
I still think of you my friend.
We had our good years and I miss you sometimes
but I got time on my side again.
i can relate to
this subject to
keep writing into the future
Another keeper, Eric. Love the horse out of the fold image. Sunsets and sycamore trees (I didn't know they grew in our land of snow). I hope I too can find shelter in the memories when I grow old and grey ... hey, whatta ya mean when??? Ken
My Secret River
The last verse could stand alone. Yeah. I can relate to these regrets. I have a few myself. (Maybe a hundred.)