Yesterday
I often feel a wanderlust,
Within my soul today,
To wander, wild and fancy free,
As in that bygone age,
When home and friends,
And bed and board
Were where I chanced to be--
When I was bubbling full of life,
And life was full of me.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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