Pater

I had so much to tell you

A while ago away;

And, although our tidings few,

There seemed so much to say.

When you were old ~ whilst I was young,

I might have listened when

A weave of words, together strung,

Were tendered now and then.

But note! the hour has wandered late

And dulls the muse of mind;

Time and tide, for no man wait ~

Ago remains behind.

So, words unspoken, not to know,

Are words that time forgot,

They mattered to me then, ago,

But now they matter not.

                ASJ