I sit and wonder day by day
As years go by, my hair turns gray
When as children we used to say
We’ll be forever close this way
We hiked the hills and climbed the trees
We bruised our feet and skinned our knees
And when our fancy it did please
We created some catastrophes
But then you moved away somewhere
I cried for days beneath the stair
My grief so very great to bear
Your swift return, my constant prayer
We kept in touch as years went by
With flowing lines, a call, a sigh
But never was my heart so high
As we ran barefoot ‘neath the sky.
Don Keefauver
