ANOTHER SUMMER COMES AND WILL GO

Sixty-three summers have shone their light

How many more their fleeting memory will hold,

How many more warm summer breezes will I feel on a sunken cheek,

My little grandson a new and unaffected wondrous being,

His summers still before him.  Born at summers end

Giggling and cooing as he meets his second summer

dancing on the breeze

Will fortune shine that I might see

some twenty-one summers more or not

But for the moment my joy doeth come

on a summer breeze laughing, caressing,

My sunken cheeks and thorny brow.