the path

Tumbling down the hill, rolling over and over
Flashes of blue and green
Summertime air and the smell of sweet clover
It’s all coming back to me
Fishing in the hole, waiting for a big one
Bread mush dissolves away
Holding hands as the clouds chase the sun
I still remember the day

It was the day I discovered
When love was uncovered
And innocence hit the road
It was the day I first held you
Learned something that was true
About the path of growing old

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