 | The Cavalier daily Friday, December 10, 1971 |  |
Young Soldier Going Blind
I see life through clouded lenses
And dimness grows each day,
Soon I'll be alone
With bits and pieces of my soul to keep me company
The things I'll miss I no longer see around me
My picture-book mind can turn its pages,
Images the same through all my ages
—Lewis Sanford Smoler
And dimness grows each day,
Soon I'll be alone
With bits and pieces of my soul to keep me company
The things I'll miss I no longer see around me
My picture-book mind can turn its pages,
Images the same through all my ages
| The Cavalier daily Friday, December 10, 1971 | |