Rebecca Flynne Poem by Charles M Moore

An old man standing by a tree
was gazing at a stream
and as he watched the waters pass
it caused his mind to dream

He dreamt of things so long ago
he thought of dreams gone by
Rebecca Flynne I dream upon
the twinkle of your eye

Oh how I loved your flowing hair
oh how I loved your charm
and where would I have been
without you hanging on my arm

And though I may be past my prime
it's fairly safe to say
I still see you Rebecca Flynne
as beautiful today

He thought about the girl he knew
her face he knew so well
and how she always laughed about
the jokes he used to tell

He used to call her honey
then he gazed up at the tree
I wonder sweet Rebecca Flynne
if you were made by bees

Gone by gone by Rebecca Flynne
we drifted far apart
the years have gone
but I still love you here inside my heart

And though my eyes are getting dim
it's fairly safe to say
I still see you Rebecca Flynne
as beautiful today.