Then we sat around the fire
After that long summer rain
And as the evening began to tire
I asked the old man again
Do you still dream of her at night
After all this time has passed
And do you ever wonder why
About the days that didn’t last?
Said, I don’t know why I cry
And all these things that I do
But my love for her will never die
Until my life is through
And as the fire kept burning
Beyond the darkness of the night
I could feel his old heart yearning
I know I heard him cry
Then the old man said with a sigh
Those things I’ll never forget
And If I could only ask him why
But heaven knows I never did.
8th August 2003
Old is real gold full with mystery …..