THE HEART OF A BOY
At times when I am in the mood
To sort o' reminisce;
My thoughts go back to my yesterdays,
Their sorrows or their bliss.
I span the years to childhood,
Through more than three-score years;
And I am just a boy again,
Without grave doubts and fears.
Those days, I longed for manhood�s state
When I�d be big and strong;
I�d conquer ev�ry obstacle,
And in my heart a song.
I�d climb the heights with valor true,
I�d help the erring, weak:
And in my heart I fondly b�lieved
I�d find what e�er I�d seek.
I'd right the wrongs, I�d feed the poor,
I'd evil put to route;
I'd help the poor unfortunates,
All prejudice shut out.
I'd fix my gaze upon a star,
A life of service planned;
Each falt�ring one with fervent hope
Take firmly by the hand.
But somehow as the years rolled on
And boyhood left behind;
Along the way I�d lost the mark,
And nowhere I could find
The spark that lit those boyhood hours
And plainly marked the way,
And filled my soul with confidence
And turned night into day.
And now, I�m nearing sixty-eight;
With wistful, yearning heart
Recheck a host of �Might Have Beens�,
And memory imparts
No answer, dim, not understood,
But knowing it is there;
Yet, all too little I can see,
As on a winding stair.
Could I be granted one fond wish
To cheer my jaded soul;
To overcome each circumstance
That hides the visioned goal;
Then I would say, Give back to me
That priceless, bubbling joy;
That thrilling, pulsing, constant faith,
The glad heart of a boy.