Dear Friend

When bored with a humdrum way, I think about this happy day When we went laughing up and down The magpie streets of Dublin town. Then it seemed our feet had wings, Oh the many lovely things We shared and talked of, you and I Underneath the Dublin sky. Through the old town we went, So young, so joyful, so innocent. With our friendship at its prime, That was once upon a time. I recall this moment in days of old When we were so candid yet so bold With faith afire and heart aglow. But that, my friend, was long ago. Those days are gone, but I remember when You and I promised to meet again. And while different our lives may have grown, You are still a friend I can call my own.