Franklin J. Warren

(1926 / Prescott, Arizona)

Reverie

Today I think of days long gone.
With no one to call my own,
Those wonderful days of the past,
Linger on and last and last.

Days of youthful expectations,
Blissful days full of sensations,
Sunny days all too short,
Rainy days in which to cavort.

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