That Pretty Young Girl

That Pretty Young Girl 

So much of my life holds memories warm

They are pleasing for me to look back

Yet harsh recollections flash to form

Hinting what I in my character lack 

Each day I grow older too late for sighs

I gaze in a glass at the image I see

Outward appearance that may look wise

Yet inside my head I hope she’s still me 

There is no need for regretful head shake

Picture frame of a face hair all a-curl

Tried to be kind and give more than take

Still my heart see’s that pretty young girl 

Not only in dreams are we ever the same

So pleasing to see a backward glance

One identical thing is our given name

We hear music and our feet love to dance 

We had our moments of joy she and I

They are pleasing for us to look back

We neither question the reason why

Dreams and fact share the same track  

Now only in dreams are we ever the same

Life is not always simply by chance

Play each day without laying blame

Our spirits share and smiles enhance 

Everything there from heaven was sent

Space for both sadness and loving whirl

Tears and happiness need no consent

Still my heart see’s that pretty young girl