If You Come By

If you come by And I'm not here Do not worry with a tear, Just give a smile If just for a while And remember, that I once was here. If you look And if you find my book, To remember the things I have said, Just give a thought For you have caught, Feelings, that I once had read. For I was here Not long ago Along with the freezing snow, Writing dreams, and remembering things So man wouldn't let them go. But, the dreams had died One gloomy night, When wishes were no longer made So, they didn't need me to write them down So my book, they threw away. If you come by And I'm not here, And you have a dream in your mind. Just open a book And then you look, A dream, you might have found. So, write it down Without a frown, Or a lonesome tear. But, remember that thought That you had sought, For now, you are here. Randy L. McClave