When I was young I lived a dream
The World was Beautiful
Peaceful and Serene
The Skies were blue The Sun a rosey red
The World was at play then
And so were the men
And Now Things changed
And much for the worse
What once was a story book
Has become the world's curse
The skies are gray
The sun's a dingy red
The grounds are barren now
And Gone Is The Wind
But through the years
Still yet hope survives
For what tomorrow brings
With the return of the wind!
Howard Scott Pearlman
Copyright ©2003 Howard Scott Pearlman