Oh early years of long, long-ago time, <br />When I would see the world through child-like eyes <br />And he and I would roam about and climb <br />The apple trees below the sunlit skies, <br />Exactly when did you come to an end? <br />I miss those days, it hurts my very core <br />And I, with love, remember them and tend <br />To them, that they may live forever more <br />As memories, within this frame of mine. <br />But time for me is coming to a close <br />And these memories will no longer shine, <br />Becoming like a withered faded rose. <br />So I will write them down and set them free, <br />And they'll outlive my life and speak for me.<br /><br />Elia Michael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-set-them-free/
