Original art by Paul T. Boecher©
Were things so great in days gone by, or slower and less confusing,
To reach your eyes up to the sky and paint the clouds to your amusing,
An elephant or eagle’s wings, a shepherd with a flock of sheep,
beside an angel choir sings. Each memory in your heart you’ll keep,
Don’t let those golden days slip by. Your eyes keep focused on the sky,
Our days are numbered, but we may enjoy each precious single day.