She Might Be A Stranger To Me

Shoulder length brown hair one of beauty rare Of which it did seem she was quite aware More than three decades since her I last see Nowadays she might be a stranger to me. I asked her on a date she answered no She loved someone else she had me to know I wonder did she marry and children bear The lovely brown eyed one with chestnut brown hair. The clock on our lives it keeps ticking away She well may be a grand-mother today I last met her more than three decades ago The clock it ticks on and it does not tick slow. Perhaps I'd not recognize her now if we met But not having known her better I do not regret Whether she did or did not become a mother and wife I hope she has happiness in her life.