On that pony, riding
You, a small boy
Someone's son
Sunlight gold
Even the browned, fading
Blackenwhite photo
"Of a perfect day"
Scrawled in faint pencil
On the flipside
No doubt in a moment of love
Of smiling looking-back
And peace and pride
In her beautiful, blue-eyed
Blonde-haired boy
Did she hold it with tears--
This same still?
Was the world young then?
Did time ooze like the honey sun?
Now you are old and I am young
And she is gone and life goes on
And on and on…as always.
But here are those same wise eyes
That innocent soul
The irrepressible spark
Still alive in you today
Captured in this still-frame
Picture of a perfect day
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