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Where Did My Young Years Go?
Where did my young years go?
Blown off 'neath sheets of sails
To garner sailor's tales
Richer than most will know.
Where did my young son go?
Blown too 'neath canvas sheet.
A journey his own complete
To ports I did not know.
Where will my old years go?
Blown off on sheets of rhyme.
My spirit sails far this time
To where the young don't go.
Copyright 2004, 2005 Carl W. Cole
If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come. ~ Chinese proverb |
