Days Of Old
When I lie down to sleep at night,
I close my eyes and see,
That yesterday I was a child,
Upon my Mother's knee.
A memory that clouds my mind,
But has not gone from me,
Is the dream of all dreams,
The life that used to be.
I see enchanted youth that has been spent,
A saddness of days too few,
Endearing to my heart, as yet a man,
I recall the days I knew.
The sweetness of the days gone by,
I smell with sadden joy,
And cry aloud to hold a few,
My moments as a boy.
The days of old forever gone,
How quickly fade away,
And too soon the day we live,
Becomes our yesterday.
And now I see the day we live,
As youth has grown to be,
A father to a child my own,
To bounce upon my knee.
And I in quiet slumber rest,
Hear a voice so weak,
And feel the touch, a fond embrace,
As loving kisses brush my cheek.
A new day dawns my life anew,
My eyes awake to see,
Those tiny arms around my neck,
Bring back the youth in me.
By
Richard Netherland Cook
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