Sometimes by Thomas S. Jones, Jr.

Sometimes
by
Thomas S. Jones, Jr.

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.

This poem is in the public domain.

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.

JaniceT:
Love this!!!
Posted 09/03/2023 06:56 PM

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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