Reminiscence

What others saw in you was age And wrinkles drawn by time and worry, Yet I remember well the stage When your quaint beauty knew no hurry. You were then young and I a child, Who ran into your arms and laughed, And fancied life to be so mild I’d never write your epitaph. But now your life has run its course And I must live and stay behind. O, how could I amass the force In such a world some rest to find? Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com