Author: merja
Date:Mar 25 2007
You shall be the one I remember
With your Byronic swept faces
That body at its masculine prime
Yet, we grow older each passing day
And soon I shall think back
On the man that was.
These times I shall hope for memories
For something positive to hold me up
Because one day it shall come
That you are dead, and I am feeble
And in those long hours
I shall crave for the greater strength
To stand and go my own way.
15OCT99
--NOV99, Gelderland par locomotif.