There’s a truck out on the lawn
Back there where you used to play
When you were a little child
In the deeps of yesterday
In the trees beside the fence
Where the sunbeams never stray
Lie the things that you forgot
In the deeps of yesterday
Notches on the closet door
Showed your height along the way
But that closet long has slumbered
In the deeps of yesterday
Boys and girls and men and women
Grow and flourish and decay
And then lose a life of feeling
Mind’s decline, all mem’ries stealing
Lost in time with senses reeling
In the deeps of yesterday
Owen – these words spill over with feeling. It’s wonderful.
I wrote this a long time ago, and got no reaction the first time. But I always liked it, and am so glad it speaks to you.