Desmond Mortley

Walk with me here, friend, once again Along the dingy street cataloged with dingy lives For our hopes were eagles here And the little people preys of pride How we circled them aloft in our sky Of some marginal education Until their pearl glint in our eyes And our hearts came down like kites Recall me there Longing for only one girl to carry me away I did not really know you then Your string so snagged by more than one of them Did they think I was a similar sort But such things are merely chaff Not enough to come between the love of friends Our morning prayers And our evening worship while we covet God's favor for our dreams. I am glad he answered you For I am proud to tell the world That genius is my friend And now I willing will walk the lane with you Knowing well for all we may remember We are what we are now And what is gone is gone And still we have our friendship Like eagles in the sky Mapping the rock's crevices with a different eye.