A misty veil over layered green
Descends upon this splendid scene
Of which I’ve often sat and viewed
With young and restless heart infused
With all that bears on men in life;
The joy, the pain, the love, and strife
Must surely come to haunt our minds
As we grow old and years unwind.
I’ve reckoned such from times I’d seen
My father’s mother, who it seems,
Was lost in thoughts and fading folds
Of long-past days, her days of old.
By fireside we’d sip on tea,
We’d sip away on memories.
Ghosts appeared in year-filled eyes,
Her storied-lips would breathe in sighs.
Then, one final sigh was wrought
And year-filled eyes no longer sought
To shed a tear for long-gone ways
Such tears are mine for future days.
Very nice, James!
This brought tears to my year filled eyes. So well done, James!