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exexec · 70-79, C
I go back to one of my favorite poems by Thomas S. Jones:
"Sometimes"
Across the fields of yesterday,
He sometimes comes to me,
A little lad just back from play —
The lad I used to be.
And yet he smiles so wistfully
Once he has crept within,
I wonder if he hopes to see
The man I might have been.
"Sometimes"
Across the fields of yesterday,
He sometimes comes to me,
A little lad just back from play —
The lad I used to be.
And yet he smiles so wistfully
Once he has crept within,
I wonder if he hopes to see
The man I might have been.
Infamous607 · 51-55, M
@exexec
That made me a bit emotional actually. Thank you for taking the time to write
That made me a bit emotional actually. Thank you for taking the time to write