Used to be.

We will all be some day, a used to be.
For what we are now is what we see.
The day will come, someone will say.
I remember her, just like yesterday.

I was so young and full of myself.
I never kept what I thought upon a shelf.
I spoke words of encouragement and love.
The blessing shone down on me from up above.

I danced and sang in the morning dew.
I remember her, she was busy too.
But now it's over and I'm not that girl.
The one with the busy world.

I sit and look at things that used to be.
And in my heart , I still can see.
My mind works and wonders but my hands are still.
My thoughts still deep and so is my will.

The things, the buildings are all gone on.
But my memories inspire a happy song.
All things that are past aren't really what we see.
I'm still here and I'm a used to be.

I smile as I pass by
And brush a tear from my eye.

© Harriett Dash 10/31/08