Turning back the pages of time All faded and brittle- I chanced upon some quaint fancy of mine A rhyme- written when I was quite little; A wondrous portrait of the world was drawn, Laden heavy with the songs of spring, And a million ruby sunsets and hopes of dawn. I sighed, turned over the last fragments Of those precious years, Of an age so quickly faded; Only to spot a smudged page, still stained with tears. It spoke of untold anguish, a burdened heart And an unfulfilled wish; Of a prayer for a content tomorrow And a secret desire; But- In this lonely walk of life I now face only sorrow, And watch my hopes to cinder burn - Set ablaze by very own heart's fire.
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