Verses written during Frenzied times
I
Shall we tread back
Through the mellow streets,
Burnished with old fables
To reach once again
Those yonder years?
II
I shall now return
To the place
Where I woke, walked and wandered,
Where my memories abound;
To my home, beneath the summer skies
Long lost
In the turgid ebb and flow of shoddy deeds.