family poetry

be patient, life, when love is at the gate
there's one that i once loved so much
with the meek, brown eyes
why do you always stand there shivering
melancholy days have come
before the solemn bronze saint
from song and dream for ever gone
what was it the engines said
i love to steal awhile away
do the boys and girls still go
the agony of having too much power
you are clear
she heard the children playing in the sun
i cannot always feel his greatness