I Remember

This is a poem, I, now, know off by heart.

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born
The little window where the sun came creeping in at morn
He never came a wink to soon
Nor brought to long a day
Now I often wished the night had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember.
The fir trees, dark and high.
I used to think their slender tops were close against the sky.
Tis was childish ignorence,
now is little joy
To know that I am further off from Heaven
Then when I was a boy.

I remember, I remember.


Depressing, no?