On my back I felt a soft tap
I turned around and saw cute you
I was six I think you were too
I remember your red hair
So pretty in the summer air
You smiled at me and ran away
But I never forgot that day
In over seventy long years
Though happy times and times of tears
If only I had talked to you
Under that summer sky so blue
It could have led to something new
And maybe true love as we grew
But alas the moment went by
I write that with a forlorn sigh
Maybe in the life beyond this
Older, true love we will not miss.
Bob Boyd