Cathy

Cathy
Cathy, Cathy, you're so kind.
When I think of happiness, you come to mind.

Why you're so nice, I cannot comprehend,
But one thing is true, you’re one of my best friends.

What I’d be like if I’d hadn't met you.
And I truly wonder what you'd be like too.

On the bus, there are so many memories;
These kinds of memories are not temporary.

You like to sing, a little bird with a beautiful song,
Flying in happiness, nothing ever seems to be wrong.

This is a poem about Cathy;
I'll remember you ‘till my voice is old and raspy.