Rememberances

O' dear sir I do not squander Into mindsets long in wonder In my time set far before yorn since the day when I was born mine eye saw much of what was then light of a touch forth it comes again Ah, but to squander too much in thought tis not a pleasure I dare not ought future tis where my mind eye lies Seeking prevalence not starry skies Alas, inside my silent days remembrances wander engulfed in haze But oh, kind sir such thoughts do carry sadness of life which are secondary So, NAY, dear sir I will not wander into the mindset long in squander