I like the beginning, in a melancholy sort of a way ..

In the days to call, which we've left behind,
Our boyhood’s glorious game,
And our youthful vigour has declined
With its mirth and its lonesome end;
You will think of the time, the happy time,
Its memories fond recall
When in the bloom of your youthful prime
We’ve kept upon the ball

Posted By: paulg on July 7th 2021 at 13:24:12


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