Disenchantment

 Often times I think about the past
when we used to just walk and talk.
We use to hold hands and laugh
Our life was a dream, we thought.

Foolish how we were when so young
and the days ticked on endlessly.
Didn't take time for future plans
But lived so wildly and hurriedly.

Oh yes, the years did come
and fate did take its toll.
We lived our lives rapidly
till before long we grew old.

Now, that I have lost you
my heart grows weak with pain.
Gee, it would be great to have you back
so we could be young and foolish - again.

Del Cano 1976