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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