troysoon

grace unlimited
2005-07-10 11:50:03 (UTC)

Verse about old age

Across the fields of yesterday, he sometimes comes to me.
A little lad just back from play, the boy I used to be.
He smiles at me so wistfully, when once he crept within.
It’s as though he’d hoped to see the man I might have
been.”




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