Sometimes Poem by Thomas S. Jones Jr.

Sometimes

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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.

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