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Thomas S. Jones, Jr.


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Across the fields of yesterday
    He sometimes comes to me,
A little lad just back from play --
    The lad I used to be.

And yet he smiles so wistfully
    Once he has crept within,
I wonder if he hopes to see
    The man I might have been.
 
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Thomas S. Jones, Jr. (1882 – 1932) was an American writer and editor. Born in New York, he was a graduate of Cornell University and worked for several years at the New York Times. Some of his poems were set to music.

 

 

 


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twinkscat:
I like this poem. Very simple but wise.
Posted 11/16/2012 09:49 PM
rtaylor947@aol.com:
Nice poem and a powerful close. That last line is so provocative. Would the child I was approve of the person I've become, or would I be a disappointment? An interesting quesion.
Posted 11/16/2012 08:54 AM
stocktonryan:
Love it.
Posted 11/16/2012 08:49 AM
forrsher2:
Short, sweet, and to the point. Who says you have to be "wordy?" Bill S.
Posted 11/16/2012 08:00 AM


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