Days Of Yore
When evening draws it`s curtain
my thoughts wander away
to a time when I was young
a girl of yesterday
Life was oh so fragile
new discoveries every day
they came in great profusion
each step along the way
Today my armchair calls me
there`s silver in my hair
what lies here before me
where do I go from here.
By Rita
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