I still want to tell you I remember
Even though I am bent and slow
And my eyes dim
I still see you as I met you in the spring
Over forty years ago
Tall, trim, youthful
A servant to all those nearby—
So bright
So ready for love,
For every adventure.
So you were.
So you will remain.
And I still want to tell you…
I remember.
Stephen Crotts
