It seems like
only yesterday,
When I had
much to learn...
No inkling of
just what it took,
To be grown
up in turn.
The big
decisions were not mine,
No load upon
my shoulder...
For as a
child, I lived in bliss,
The problems
came when older.
It mattered
not that we worked hard,
With chores
we had to do...
For we
could race down a dirt road,
When all
the work was through.
We
entertained ourselves with what
Was
readily at hand...
A doll with
hair and big blue eyes,
A ballgame in
the sand.
The books I
read, transported me
Into
a magic place...
With
special thrill that lingered on,
And time
could not erase.
The Wind In
The Willows and the Bobbsey Twins,
And Little
Women too...
Then later on
The Grapes Of Wrath,
As
comprehension grew.
A dreamers
place, a reverie,
Where I
became a part...
Of those
who lived in pages there,
Each one
would touch my heart.
Now I
am plagued by age and worse,
With eyes that have
grown dim...
No longer
dream, nor read the books,
That were my
joy back then.
How long the
time that I have left,
To share my
words with you?
Until such
time that God chooses,
To hide them
from my view.
It seems like
only yesterday,
Not really
all that long...
Yet each
thing I go to do tells me
Those years
are almost gone.
(c)
08/12/05 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Blue
Bayou
