When Once I Was Ten
The place I lived when I was ten
I sometimes think of there and then,
And when I'm drowsing in my chair
My dozy thoughts go back to there.
I rest nearby a fireside glare
A glass in hand and here is where
I think of things I used to do
When I was merely eight and two.
But this was when my world was new,
And in the hours before I grew,
Outside the door and down the way,
For, this is where I used to play.
When all the words I used to say
Concerned such things as came that day.
I hear the songs I used to sing
And all the joy that they would bring.
No more I live where I was king
Yet still the memories from there ring.
I've been aside so long a time
Yet still the memories from there chime.
So, as I dream of days, sublime;
As recollections higher climb;
I sometimes, now, remember when...
And how I wish that I was ten.
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