Lang Lost
Thou are the memories of my past.
Thee share my only love at last.
Shall ye go now and breathe deep.
Where doest my eyes begin to weep.
Auld distant memories begin anew.
From the days of syne, they grew.
Thine past is your futures thought.
Thee will continue for all wrought.
Mine Lang lazily lost from syne.
Thee shall know it so velvety fine.
Whom shall seek thee shall find.
Days, long ago, so sweet and kind,
Speaking was definitive and broad.
Now the slang changes to be mod.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2008
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