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*My Book Of Days*

Ó lá go lá, mo thuras, An bealach fada romham. Ó oiche go hoiche, mo thuras, na scéalta nach mbeidh a choích'.

Sometimes...

(Thomas S. Jones, Jr., English, born 1882)



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.



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:happy:

By Gothic.O, # 3. October 2007, 02:35:14

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I like it .Thanks for introducing me with such a nice poem p:

By Porus, # 4. November 2007, 02:03:23

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