Sometimes...
Monday, 1. October 2007, 21:32:55
Sometimes
ACROSS the fields of yesterday
He sometimes comes to me,
A little lad just back from play—
The lad I used to be.
And yet he smiles so wistfully
Once he has crept within,
I wonder if he hopes to see
The man I might have been.
By Gothic.O, # 3. October 2007, 02:35:14
By Porus, # 4. November 2007, 02:03:23