As oft I sit in pensive mood ,
I recall the passing of younger years.
And seem to wonder once again,
to days of boyhood dear.
Where are you now?
Does ever your memory cling
to the days of a younger sphere?
But only an echo comes rolling back.
The silence that fills the years.

And this I ask as the world moves on,
and the burdens of life unfold,
to ever remember,
to look on life,
through the eyes of a boy,
now old.