Like Many Things Do

Our old high school

Doesn't look the same

Everything has changed

Sadly, even it's name.

All of our teachers

Retired many years ago

I can't find anyone

We used to know.

You'll be happy learning

Something is the same

The tree is still there

Where I carved your name.

Your initials are fading

But not in my heart

I see them clearly

Each time we're apart.

Our school has changed

Like many thing do

But one thing will never change

And that's my love for you.

Ralph L. Clark © 2000

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