Thomas S. Jones Jr.
Sometimes - Poem by Thomas S. Jones Jr.
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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