... the old black rum
My Youthful World
When I was one and ten,
young like you were way back then.
a circle had begun,
that binds two futures into one.
Time has come, the years have gone
eight and twenty, since
we lost that bond.
you were just my poor town girl
Dolores of my youthful world
But circles weave, and fate it seems
may tie the ends, for such as me
and maybe bonds, lost so long
return to me, a future girl
Dolores from My Youthful World.
James Parker Haley (c)1999