How Nice In The Park

How nice in the park in the evening sun
To hear children at their games laughing and having fun
Free of the stress adulthood to people bring
The great gift of youth is a wonderful thing
Sadly childhood is a thing that does not last
And the ageing have only memories of the past
When they played their fun games and ran up and down
In the warm sunshine in the park of the town
And only the memories are what does remain
Of what used to be and will not be again
Of when we were younger and at most times carefree
In the long ago and the what used to be
But only in memory time does not stand still
And people do not grow younger or never will.