When I remember boyhood dreams I’m sad
That all I would accomplish was not done.
‘Not all’? I might more truthfully say ‘none’
(Not even a good darts player like my Dad)
I would have had adventures overseas,
And fought the jungle, been in wars, seen life,
Then written all I’d seen of war and strife –
Ah! been a Shakespeare, all the world to please.
Then I consider what I have. I see
Our willowy daughter dancing on the tiles
Our darling Cassie light the day with smiles
Because I’m back. And when, shining at me.
I see your blue eyes “Poor Will, and the rest”
I say, “They had not these, nor ever knew the best.”