When Dreams were Reality

When Dreams Were Reality

Do you remember those days,
Of bright skies and clear air,
And happy-go-lucky ways,
When we were free of care?

Can you recall that past life,
When we lived day by day,
When we knew not gall nor strife,
And thought only to play!

Picture when we knew no fear,
All dark designs disposed,
When we were disposed to cheer,
So blithesomely composed!

Oh, how I wish we were there,
When dreams were reality,
When I was debonair,
And you were fancy-free!

~ Daniel F Mitchell