Lost in Lancaster
The old junk yard vehicle from Rusty Acres long ago combined with the dirt road by Lancaster prison near Trenton.
I grow so tired of those who chide
Forget the past, put it behind
Don’t live there, in a bygone time
Well, if I choose, there I’ll abide.
Who are you to tell me forget it?
Was your past one bleak and dark
Do you not cherish things that did part
That only in memory you can visit?
I loose the latch upon the gated past
Enter the garden and sit in the shade
Taste the sweet syrup once made
Reach out and again the loving hand clasp
No, you can have the future of no memory
Nothing dwells there I wish to see
With all the loved ones is where I’ll be
Til the past opens upon the reunion in eternity.
No comments:
Post a Comment