October 7, 2010
By , Colchester, VT
I pass a lowly shepard’s lea
On days as cold as I can be
When I have not a rosy cheek
Nor simple smile to spare

I watch two children climb a tree
They’re full of possibility
That’s something I will never be
As long as I shall live

Should I wait here for eternity
Or linger on impossibly?
Why is pleasant so hard to be
When everything is fair

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