As Time Goes By
Picnics, plays, and days of plenty
Wanton ways and I but twenty
Laughing, carefree, and forward bound
While time passed by without a sound
For years I'd lie and search the sky
Or sit idly by and wonder why
But now I pray beneath the sun
And long for days of twenty-one
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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