Verses written during Frenzied times

I

Shall we tread back

Through the mellow streets,

Burnished with old fables

To reach once again

Those yonder years?

II

I shall now return

To the place

Where I woke, walked and wandered,

Where my memories abound;

To my home, beneath the summer skies

Long lost

In the turgid ebb and flow of shoddy deeds.