A change in tone ( after Guardian)
Welcome,
come, into this fold,
this hearth which you frequented
Not once, but oftener at your free will,
but Time’s cruel naughty, jaunty
excursions detered you for sometime.
Me ever extending
arm of cordiality
You are
welcome here.How often we
Walked through
the rustled path, held
green in
our hands, conversed with them;
My memory
verdant with recordations
Of dinner and plates cling clang in
Kitchen sink.
Your hurried step homeward
Was always
ringing in and around the house.
Now on the
different path: some hiatus.
Camphor with
incense stick would enliven
My spirits
now in low flame.
Things are different, still you are welcome
Come feel
free; yet the present differs
From the past, easily identifiable.
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