By Jim Farfaglia
The night air streams in,
car windows wide open,
feeling the fullness of summer
and breathing in the beauty
that Seals and Crofts are singing;
treasuring it, for our tomorrows…
Old enough to know this endless fun will end.
Young enough to wonder
how we’ll learn to leave it all behind…
No one says a word; the song on the radio
playing like a gentle breeze,
soothing the ache that’s closing in.