When years go by, as sure they will,
We must swim out against the tide
That carries us to apathy
To lands of pettiness, and pride
That can become our final homes
If we don’t make the effort then
To use the muscles we neglect
To get back where we should have been.
The heights we could have, should have reached?
There here, when we’re together beached;
Alone, to laughter we’ll succumb,
And let love, like the waves,