Walking round our cages like the lions at the <br /> <br />Zoo, <br />We think of things that we have done, and things <br /> <br />we mean to do : <br />Of girls we left behind us, of letters that are due, <br />Of boating on the river beneath a sky of blue, <br />Of hills we cUmbed together — not always for the <br /> <br />view. <br /> <br />Walking roimd our cages Uke the lions at the Zoo, <br /> <br />We see the phantom faces of you, and you, and <br />you, <br /> <br />Faces of those we loved or loathed — oh every one <br />we knew ! <br /> <br />And deeds we wrought in carelessness for happi- <br />ness or rue. <br /> <br />And dreams we broke in folly, and seek to build <br />anew, — <br /> <br />Walking round our cages like the lions at the Zoo.<br /><br />Frederick William (FW) Harvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-we-think-of/
