The weight of days
of Trials and Times
Of unlighted, narrow ways
The heaviness of passed times
darken the smile of innocence
– the lightened eye
– the spring of youth.
Groping, feeling, grasping, wondering,
thinking, worrying never knowing
what a coming day may bring.
Where’™s he that in the spirit dwelt
The laugh, the joy he knew so well
Lost in stygian dark as night
Lame of step in place of light
Bent in pain with darkened eye
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Could that wondering boy be I?