Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sometimes as evening shadows fall,
And the evening star appears,
We sit in silent reverie
And think of bygone years.
Far down the road of yesterday,
Our thoughts then take their flight;
Old scenes, old friends we meet again
That long have passed from sight.
The old homestead we see again,
The family circle too,
All gathered 'round the family board
Just as they used to do.
Our past is like a book that's read,
A tale that has been told,
Our memories are life's diaries, and
Each day a page unfold.
And as we journey on through life
Sometimes we rest awhile,
And gaze far back to bygone days
When we were just a child.