I still hear the bells toll,
I still catch the cold.
I still make the roll
Though the world's gone cold,
I've seen sunny days
and then some.
I've dreamt of sunshine
and laughter unmeasured,
I've frown from pain and loss' divide.
I yearn for play
without pay,
and run with abandon,
To glory's bond.
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A lovely poem about the good and bad times in life and the desire for change. Thanks for sharing. 10+