LOOKING BACK

LOOKING  BACK

 

Once  there  was  four

Then  there  was  three

Now  there  is  two

Only  you  and  me

 

We’ve  grown  apart

No  time  to  share

Some  times  it  feels

Like  you  no  longer  care

 

I  look  in  the  mirror

Your  face  I  see

Like  when  we  were  kids

You  and  me

 

Looking  into  the  mirror

Who  do  you  see

Before  it’s  to  late

Don’t  forget  about  me

 

I paced  about as though he were

my friend or brother; 

I bowed down heavily, as one who

mourns for his mother.

PSALM  35 : 14