A pantoum for sweet hearts

[pacingalone]

A pantoum for sweet hearts

When I am old
I wonder if I will return to this place
If I can climb trees
Think of youth and where its gone

I wonder if I will return to this place
chase memories like dreams
think of youth and where its gone
laugh, or maybe cry

chase memories like dreams
hearing whispers of young love
laugh, or maybe cry
and think of you

hearing whispers of young love
If I can climb trees
and think of you
When I am old