1929

It’s nothing but a simple thought
Here in the early morn:
My father was but one year old,
My mother not yet born

The force of life was just the same;
The dreams as large, and strong —
But they’re forgotten, now,
As will be ours,
Before too
Long

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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