a-fool-c74d-was-45-foot-version.txt

2018-10-21 05:13 <c74d> A fool I was to hope, in vain, that I,
                        Within whose reach the years, unmoving, lie
                        That I let slip, so little mark'd, on by,
                        Could saunter back to circles long forsaken,
                        As though by time they would have stayed unshaken,
                        Old chats and jests long dead to reawaken,
                        As did the vivid scenes my logs provide
                        Not years but only days before betide,
                        In others' mem'ries firmly still to bide.