When We Were Happy

  When We Were Happy

When there was a mud trail through the verdure

Which caressed the painted sky on each end,

We rode fast on our bicycles and dreams;

It was then that we were happy, my friend.

When there was a casserole to be shared

Sitting aloof where the river danced a bend,

We whiled away time looking at wavelets;

It was then that we were happy, my friend.

When there was a sweet shade under the bough

Without contrivances to apprehend,

The splay of our palms reached the cotton clouds;

It was then that we were happy, my friend.

When there was nothing to notice missing

And not a care in the world to attend,  

Milestones standing on mountains to sit on;

It was then that we were happy, my friend.

Now you are gone: those days bygone. Where -

With all this wisdom I can’t comprehend.

But, some day when our souls decide to meet

Is when we will again be happy, my friend.