I remember it warmly, those days of my youth,
When troubles felt lighter, when worries were few.

The upright piano, that played out of tune,
Yet the songs that it played brought Love in the room.

A steeple reaching high to a clear, open blue,
An old picnic table, still heavy with food.

The lessons I learned, from so many, not few—
About love and about life, of hope and of truth.

Now those days have moved on, many people have too,
But I’ll carry them with me in all that I do.

That old brick church,
With the old wooden pews.

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