Until They're Gone
I'm sitting in my car near
The quaint old church that
I attended with Mama and Papa
So long ago.
Tears are forming in my eyes as
I realize I'll never again see them
Walking out the arched doorway,
Looking for me.
Sometimes when we're young,
And haven't had time to mature,
We don't realize the treasures we had
Until they're gone
Ralph L. Clark © 2005
Graphics © A. Buttigieg 2005