Representative Poetry Online
On this day: November 25th
Random Poem of the Day
1I talked with you to-day, all three,
2Two of you lurked unseen:
3Yourself, the boy you used to be,
4And the man you might have been.
5You said that hopes to dead leaves turned,
6That love was but a dream;
7Ambition soon to ashes burned,
8Joy was a fleeting gleam.
9You never saw that constantly
10They smiled at you unseen--
11The ardent boy you used to be,
12And the man you might have been.