Would that I could reclaim the sunshine, <br /> my early youth brings to mind, <br /> the days spent in ecstasy's bosom, <br /> the days now left far behind. <br /> <br /> The joys that came with the springtime, <br /> heralded a peace so sublime, <br /> the gay, bright flower and fauna, <br /> a sign of youth's carefree times. <br /> <br /> These memories now lost in twilight, <br /> days now receded to night, <br /> are time's haunting ghosts in the gloaming, <br /> long since faded from sight.<br /><br />Adger Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-65/
