Retrospect

I hear with my heart the songs that were familiar When I was just a child with their music on my lips; Sad songs and glad songs, that now have fallen silent; Marching-songs and love-songs, and songs of men and ships.

I see with my soul the seasons changing places, From the white time of winter to the glossy green of spring; And the smiles and the laughter of those warm, endearing faces That made my days of childhood seem such a happy thing.

The weight of the years has buried them like embers, Hidden deep and glowing in the ashes of the past; But still they linger on, as my heart and soul remember The music and the beauty of the years that could not last.