"Yearning" by John Alexander
I yearn for days when life was sweet,
When things worked out all nice and neat.
Those days a distant mem’ry now.
When did they fade, and where, and how?
Perhaps those days weren’t there at all,
But just a dream that I recall.
Perhaps a place in my mind,
And not a place I left behind.
Is that a dream that I should hold,
A dream that’s now grown stale and cold?
Perhaps that dream’s not for this life
That’s full of trouble, toil, and strife.
I know my life that’s yet to be
Will far exceed the dreams in me.