Thoughts of Home

I
When thoughts of home, some softly stealing
Through the veil of bygone years
When all alone, with tender feeling
I retrospect through joys and tears
What memories fill my heart with sadness
What youthful dreams flash through my mind
Some of sorrow, some of gladness
Of a life I left behind.

II
Remembrance is the friend of sorrow
To me life lasts just for today
No saving light shall shine tomorrow
No kindly hand shall guide my way
For in the past my thoughts are buried
Let me rest there all alone
There where I was wild not worried
In a world where life was home.

By William O’Donnell
9/6/1945

©2013 The estate of William O’Donnell (Chiswick)

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