Would that I could reclaim the sunshine,
by Adger Jackson
my early youth brings to mind,
the days spent in ecstasy's bosom,
the days now left far behind.
The joys that came with the springtime,
heralded a peace so sublime,
the gay, bright flower and fauna,
a sign of youth's carefree times.
These memories now lost in twilight,
days now receded to night,
are time's haunting ghosts in the gloaming,
long since faded from sight.