Enjoy the remembering of days
When kinder thoughts our minds accost
The little corners to which the memory strays
Of times abandoned and lost;
Think back and hold the thread
Feel warm in yesterday’s glow
What happened then can never be dead
Although it was long ago;
For our very soul and being
Is made of the past, it’s joys and sorrows
Looking back is also seeing
The truth of our tomorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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