I want to hear some songs of old And feel some oldtime things, Like "Silver Threads Among the Gold," Because it always brings The calm and peace of other days, The simple life and quiet ways Of years that are no more, The waiting table, cheery blaze, The open cabin door. I want to meet some friends of old, Some friends I used to know Whose friendship like a vine took hold And would not let you go -- Who shared your cheer, in days of cheer, And in your hour of woe drew near, Perhaps who little said But shed a sympathetic tear And sat up with your dead. I want to see some things of old That now I do not see -- I want to see the marigold, The shady maple tree, The grasses that were sweet with dew, The sun that warmed the heart of you, The lily in the pond, And, up above, the sky of blue That seemed the blue Beyond. This life is swifter than the old, We cannot stop to love -- So much is bought, so much is sold, We miss the value of The things that are not sold or bought, The gifts that only loving brought, The words of honest praise, The friendly smile, the friendly thought -- The things of other days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |