Some memories I can’t retrace
They’re part of this my final race
Like thieves that scampered into night
Whose victims never knew the right.
The aged man the sweet-faced boys
Who filled my days with endless joys
Their names leap off my secret page
Now I have reached declining age.
Amid the faces I have kept
Are tears I’ve hid and never wept
While time each lonely fragment keeps
My heart recoils and weeps and weeps !
I prayed I might amend my sight
To never face that lost daylight
I could not bear those days again
That patient silent waiting pain.
Claire V. Bogdanos 