To sit and dream of passing time,

and of summer days gone by;

lingering in the quiet hours,

beneath the summer sky.

Counting stars in childhood,

with confidence and awe;

loving quiet evenings,

when the crickets, chirping call.

To roll upon the fresh mown grass,

and feel so simply free;

to wonder if the stars that shine,

fall on both you and me.

Friends of ages past I see,

in this my reverie;

as time and age are gathered,

and then passing as the sea.

Simpler days of memories,

laughter, tears and fun;

lifting up my voice in joy,

until my days are done.