Remember that time we sat out
With coffee, doing lists?
Filled with contentment and without
A care? Gone in the mists
Of Time, that time, it’s further than the moon
Hold on – what? It was just this afternoon!
Another occasion in the garden too
You do the beds, I’m mowing the lawn
Marvelling again at how the pansies grew
And flowers glorious as the dawn
Will it occur again one day?
You bet- tomorrow, that’s Sunday
My love, my love, how dare we suffer sorrow
With such mem’ries of today and tomorrow?