THESE POEMS ARE TYPED AS HENRY HAD TYPED THEM HIMSELF,
AS PRESERVED AGAIN, AS HE HAD DONE BEFORE US
| TURN BACK THE CLOCK
By Henry Lorang
In looking back on precious time
To those youthful days carefree of strife,
Many episodes are now on file
In the spacious archives of Life.
Childhood thoughts do spirit endow
As one pauses now to reminisce,
And Memries cascade oer wrinkled brow
That probed sweet remembrance abyss.
Ever alert, the eager mind
Seeks to recover scenes long agone,
And, as the strands of vision unwind,
Theres a view beyond paragon.
And I capture, in the fleeting thoughts,
A little voice that bids me survey
A desire to turn back the clock,
As if it were but yesterday.
Then and there is a change of scene
I relive those happy carefree times
When Dad bounced me on untiring knee
And Mother read me nursery rhymes.
Other Poems by Henry Lorang
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