I tear up a little when I read it.
(I have used the Anglo-Saxon word trūw in the last stanza in order to try and capture the many meanings of "true", which range from "not logically false" to "firm and steadfast" to "aligning tires to run in a straight line". It should be pronounced as the modern "true", however.
The "Georgia" referred to is the Caucasian State of Georgia.)
when did you get home?
and did the ocean roar?
did you see your pals again
at the Georgian shore?
did you look into a store,
did you hold your child high?
and why was he a kid again,
and why was I a sigh?
i have already been there...
i shall not go again.
go and find your future
and sometimes i will send
an email of Christmas time,
Easter email too,
picnics, woods, and running twain
for we shall ne'er be trūw...
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