Oh to walk in park

With dog and man on arm

I feel as if I am led by the leash,

Walking paths I've walked before,

Sniffing trees I've sniffed before;

And when I hear a bird

sing its little song

I smile and say "how pretty"

Though by now I could even sing along;

Now it is the laughing children

That make me stop and stare

And dream of past and future

Once mine

But forgotten

In walking these paths

That once I used to run

And I pray for the day when children of mine

Will remind me of what is youth.