There Are Times . . .

 There are times when I wish

          And it ends with a sigh

          For yesterday’s days

          On my grandfather’s lawn,

          With the sun in the sky

          And the green of the grass;

          For ice-cream with Elsie

          To the shop far away

          With rationing on;

          The creak of a deck chair

          In the hot yellow day

          And pop from my Mom.

          A tear from my heart

          I let loose for the past

          And yesterday’s days,

          For no-one but I

          Holds the memory fast

          Of my unspoken life.

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