It never once occured to me
When I was but a child of three
That memories of days gone by
Would crowd my head ere I should die.
Most instances are so complete
At times they knock me off my feet
Whoever dreamt that olden days
Would be the pleasure of old age ?
I thank You Lord, that You have cared
And softened all the blows we’ve shared
I pray whatever lies in store
Will grant me peace forever more !
Claire V. Bogdanos 