Say Goodbye

When you and I were young and free
When the world was fresh, as too were we
I cried to you and you to me
In fear and hope of what would be
The sun was bright those yesteryears
Our toys were new and dark our fears
We were quick to smile and quick to tears
We were so young those bye-gone years
But time has come and passed us by
And there are times I sit and cry
For you have gone, and though I try
I cannot, my friend, say goodbye
You meant so much to me those days
My memory now is fraught with haze
But we drank our tea from silver trays
That, I remember, of yesterdays


ELAshley
January 30, 1988
For Dennis Banka