Sometimes I miss
those days of bliss
when songs were sung
and bells were rung.
The joyous search
for our spirit’s church.
Life’s true meaning
we were gleaning
through the haze
that filled our days.
Our hearts were strong
just like our song.
We made mistakes,
that’s what it takes
to find your way
and have your say.
Now days I find
a settled mind
but searching still
and always will.
All that I seek
simply to speak
the words that fill,
and always will,
my heart and mind
and what they find.