Now the grass may recover;
Now the swings may rest.
Dormant rooms will reawaken,
And the buses will resume.
The world is turning us,
And leaving our merry frolic-time
To catch it's breath.
But, Oh! It was fun while we were blithe.
Now the swings may rest.
Dormant rooms will reawaken,
And the buses will resume.
The world is turning us,
And leaving our merry frolic-time
To catch it's breath.
But, Oh! It was fun while we were blithe.
1 comment:
So true and you penned the perfect words and used the best illustration. I love your blog and you.
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