Wednesday, September 2, 2015

When our hopes and dreams grow faded


When our hopes and dreams grow faded,
And we miss the friends who cared,
And old times are consecrated
By the golden hours we’ve shared;

When the streets we tread so long ago
Come back to haunt our dreams,
And we treasure those we used to know
And conjure up old schemes;

When old associates fill our heart
And refresh our weary mind,
And we feel as one though miles apart
And old woes wax sublime;

When our flesh at best contains us
And we’re far from hearth and friend,
May fond memories then sustain us
Till we meet at last again. SC


  1. I haven't been blogging for awhile, so I must go and look at your posts. I am a Placerville lover. I went to El Dorado High School...1963
    I live in Idaho but I always call Placerville my hometown. I love this post. Mary

    1. Great to hear from you. I appreciate the kind words.