The night is long it’s dark and cold
The dreams we’ve dreamt have all grown old
A burst of air rushed through the door
Life’s covers slipt onto the floor.
What would I give to capture youth
Well I’m not sure, to tell the truth
Perhaps nought’s left to grant me strength
Or add to life a greater length.
I think that we each must decide
How long or short will be the ride !
Claire V. Bogdanos 