Our
childhood steps by loved ones
In
flowery ways were set
And
memory lingers lovingly
Among
those blossoms yet.
From
child to youth and manhood
The
time has quickly passed
We
cannot think those years have gone
They’ve
flown by so fast.
From
middle age to old age
Is
but the shortest hour
And
those who knew the lovely bloom
Forget
the withered flower.
Down
the road of time we go
With
footsteps firm and brave
Till
death the grim destroyer reaps
And
brings us to the grave.
Mervyn James Phillip Donnelly
Also known as James (b. 1905 - d. 1943)
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