Treasures

When I was young,
And growing up.
I gathered bits of life about,
And made a pearled-cup.

I looked through bits of fantasy,
At filmy, laiden bars.
Where fairies in a countless line,
Came swinging from the stars.

I caught the sight of rainbows,
And gazed within a pool.
I tossed my cares about me,
And was fickle...like a fool.

I dreamed of far-off places,
As people often do.
And in my imagination,
I believed them to be true.

But time has bridged up growing years,
In a frame-work that is gold.
And my pearled-cup of memries,
Are the treasures that I hold.


E.P. 1908 - 1989