The mind at times goes drifting back
I’m ten and she is too
Her hair the shade of sunlit gold
And eyes cornflower blue
I saw her after years had flown
We both now aged and old
Her hair still fair but flecked with gray
No longer sunlit gold
She disappeared into the crowd
And vanished from my view
I lingered but she’d gone for good
And once again I knew
That there would always be the time
I’m ten and she is too
Her hair the shade of sunlit gold
And eyes cornflower blue