Elegy for A.R.E.

Elegy For A.R.E.

I tried to write for you, you know,
About high hills, and valleys low.
And now it is that I must go.
Now, people I would wish to know,
And places I would hope to go,
And faces I have come to know:
All are memories.

I came here not so long ago,
The faces all did seem aglow.
The food would win awards at show.
The staff, they like to take life slow.
Here, spirituality grows,
And I seem to go with the flow.
All are memories.

The dance hall became my Dojo,
The hours spent there seemed to slow.
The nights when the bright moon would glow,
The days when wind and rain would blow,
The days would stretch, the beards would grow.
No one stays mad, no one should row.
All are memories.

I leave them all behind me, though.
I wish I didn't have to go.
I truly wish it wasn't so.
I tried to write for you, you know,
About high hills, and valleys low.
And now it is that I must go.
All A.R.E. Memories.