A Lucky Few

Remember me

When I was young

As I remember you

The cost of time

Is much too dear

And hard to know it true

A wind of years

Has passed us by

A fall of age is here

But I cannot forget you so

And winters cold is near

Your memory of stolid time

It does proceed you so

I've but to take one

From the mind

And spring begins to grow

I can't begin to say again

How I remember you

But seasons pass

And we at last

Among a lucky few