Would I forget, though sands of time
through fingers slipped and whipped away
to who knows where and far and wide
and long forgot they lie?
And might those moments held so dear
evaporate like summer showers
and grey clouds form that block the light
that on my face most radiant falls?
And might I wonder, in my winter,
eyes grown dim and body frail,
those moments shared so long ago,
that may be mine to recollect?
Will I forget, this life, this love
this every morning by your side,
and will I wonder to the darkness
and there without close my eyes?