Remember then,dreaming of whenour childhood fearswould be gone with the years.now we look at the pastwondering why it didn't last.days in the hot sunalways having fun.going for a rideletting the bike glide.biking, sledding,swimming, swinging,days of oldnever to be sold.signs of changewidely range.moving awayno more play.friends forevertalk almost never.through the years,our lives shift gears.laughter, smiles,fears, miles,distant soulsdrifting goals.friendship the artconnects our hearts.now that it is whenwe dream of then.