Sometimes
1882-1932
Across the fields of yesterday
He sometimes comes to me,
A little lad just back from play --
The lad I used to be.
And yet he smiles so wistfully
Once he has crept within,
I wonder if he hopes to see
The man I might have been.
DayPoems Poem No. 1192
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1192.html">Sometimes by Thomas S. Jones Jr.</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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