Memories that fill the many years, ...
Often brings old men to tears,
That which was, will be again, ...
Graduated from our mortal chain.
Poetic lead, I authored for the video about the 1940's.
By Arley Steinhour(031312):
Just before I reached my teens,
I walked among these wondrous things,
A war that started with a Bang,
As songs of goodbye to youth we sang.
From the time I turned thirteen,
Nukes, and Jets were the machine,
On and on, up to the moon,
Now I'll be going to Heaven, soon.
Why don't you make heart decide,
And fly with me to the other side.
The time is short, like these memories,
Till we live with singing grass, and dancing trees.