ah, vacations in the sun
when we had time in lavishness –
those moments that i treasure from
our younger, freer days —
but images get bleached as we
go on to age and feebleness,
and much that i remember seems
to vanish in the haze
so let me now remember all
i’ve seen, before recall is done,
of how we loved each other, and
of you out in
the sun
