by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 11, 2012 | Poetry
There was a time when we were old We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold No remorse for things gone by Only clamour for a sweet Haunting lullaby. Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face Laughing, crying filled with grace No honour lost, no rushing...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 11, 2012 | Poetry
There was a time when we were old We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold No remorse for things gone by Only clamour for a sweet Haunting lullaby. Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face Laughing, crying filled with grace No honour lost, no rushing...