The night wind carries from afar
The soft sweet strains of a guitar.
Although the tune’s familiar
I cannot bring its name to mind
The soft notes carried on the breeze
recall forgotten memories
Gently reminding me.
That fate was not always kind.
I’ve had my share of happiness
I’ve known both failure and success.
They seem to balance more or less
So I am blessed with peace of mind
I sit and listen quietly
the distant music soothing me
into a state of reverie.
In which I find I am resigned
To being old and on my own
a feeling which has slowly grown
Since my love died. left me alone
She had to go left me behind.
I know I will rejoin her soon
beyond the mountains of the moon.
When death grants me the final boon.
I’m certain that I shall not mind