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 Mem’ries cascade o’er 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,

There’s 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

Life on the Farm

My Horizon of Memory

My Valentine

Mating Hearts

 

 

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