The sun, it slants through the trees
Could it be? Could it be?
The flowers turn their bulbs toward me
Could it be? Could it be?
And I, oh I made the masterpiece
Could it be? Could it be?
For I am the weeping willow tree
Could it be? Could it be?
And the sun, it is replaced by the moon
Just how soon? Just how soon?
And the flowers, in my presence they swoon
Just how soon? Just how soon?
But I know they will very soon meet their doom
Just how soon? Just how soon?
At the end of the Golden Afternoon
Just how soon? Just how soon?
When I step out of the light of the sun
Are we done? Are we done?
I think about all of our fun
Are we done? Are we done?
Your doom will come, my joyous son
Are we done? Are we done?
When the Golden Afternoon is done
Are we done? Are we done?
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A Golden Afternoon: The Collected Poetry of the Late Matthew Packard
PoetryThis is simply a collection of previously unpublished (and unseen) poems written by my late Uncle Matthew. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed finding them.
