Turning back, I miss my thirteen.
With time, I have only grown wise
And found it unwise to grow likewise.
Sailed in thoughts to those days I read
A poem I had from memorizing fled
D'int see the meaning back then and there
Do'nt like its facts now being fair and square.
Forgive my agonising poetic ineffeciency. This is the poem..
Over the Sea to Skye
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul, he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye
Mull was astern, Rum was on port,Eigg on the starboard bow.
Glory of youth glowed in his soul,Where is that glory now?
Give me again all that was there,Give me the sun that shone.
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,Give me the lad that's gone.
Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun;
All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone. (my favurite line)
by Robert Louis Stevenson
