This Solemn Day

Touch me while we both have hands
We won’t keep them very long
Watch the window curtain blowing in the breeze
Keep your blessed memories
It’s not what we talk about
When the table gossip turns
Someday you might find a circle of my friends
And they’ll cry when you walk in
The grass is high on grandpa’s farm
But he’s not there to cut it down
Grey cat walking through the yard
Stops short and turns around as if he heard a sound
And we’ll forget this solemn day
We’ll be always young again
But I’ll remember him, the one who’s left us now
And hold you close as you’ll allow