Of Youth
By Morgan LeFay
What wonderment do little faces hold As through their eyes the world is glorified What gladness is theirs whose souls are never old And whose thoughts are always justified Oh merriment of childhoods sweet fancy Oh beautiful delight of its laughter Where have you fled to hide yourself from me Why have you gone to leave me here after No wrong did I ever do to you Yet you have passed and I am only left My glow of youth lost to an elder hue And my mind and hands are no longer deft But oh to sit and dream in solitude That the greatest gift and my own soul's foodany suggestions please especially on a different title Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 03:31 AM PST 10 • 11 • 1
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"What wonderment do little faces hold..."