Last June

Well, I’ve been lost in moments where not much was left to count, While all the words of wisdom had been left upon the mount. When July turned to August and August ran into June, Time was but a second thought that had passed us by too soon. Sometimes I would wake to see a small glimpse of yesterday, Just before the wrinkles came with the spattering of grey. Could see the roads to nowhere that were travelled by the young, Once upon a summertime when tomorrows were far-flung. Funny how the scenes can change the colors to black and white When dreams glide through the fog that holds on strong to last night. Puppy dog tails and ribbons now lay scattered on the ground, Covering up the last thought which moves on without a sound. Still I have sensed the footprints hidden somewhere in the sleep, And within those days of youth there were feelings that ran deep. One day on an August morn I heard an eternal tune, It carried me back once more to those summer days of June.