Songs of my youth

There will come a day

When my memory wanders

Will I still remember the songs

I sang with my brothers when we were still young?

When I’m old and gray

And my days are numbered

I will still remember the songs

I sang with my brothers when were so young

The sounds, a bridge

The voices, a path

Each note, a crystalline vision

Opening my memory to the time I first heard

The songs of my youth

When I am in dismay

When life’s torn asunder

The memories deliver those songs

I sang with my brothers when we were so young

When I feel the world’s weight

And I feel outnumbered

I push through until dawn

By singing like I’m with my brothers when we were still young

The sounds, a bridge

The voices, a path

Each note, a crystalline vision

Opening my memory to the time I first heard

The songs of my youth

Let’s sing the anthems of that day

Bring songs back like plunder

Become the giver of songs

You sang with others when you were still young

Let’s share while we may

This amazing wonder

Let’s all remember the songs

We sang with friends when were so young

The sounds, a bridge

The voices, a path

Each note, a crystalline vision

Opening my memory to the time I first heard

The songs of my youth

By Royce Waxenfelter

12/23/20