Row me down the river, love,
And tell me what you see.
My eyes have long gone misty cold
Now you’re the sight for me.
Tell me: are the trees still green?
As I remember them?
Does the water flow swift and strong
And is it clear as a gem?
Do the flowers still blossom bright
Along the eastern shore?
Do the stars twinkle at night?
Will they do so forevermore?
Are there kind folk along the way
Who wave hello as they work?
Is the sky bright blue as day?
Does nothing here lurk?
Is it, in short, just as I remember
From me days of youth and light.
From before my eyes went misty cold
From before I lost my sight.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
