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Edgar Guest - The Boy That Was
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When the hair about the temples starts to show
  the signs of gray,
And a fellow realizes that he`s wandering far
  away
From the pleasures of his boyhood and his
  youth, and never more
Will know the joy of laughter as he did in days
  of yore,
Oh, it`s then he starts to thinking of a stubby
  little lad
With a face as brown as berries and a soul
  supremely glad.

When a gray-haired dreamer wanders down the
  lanes of memory
And forgets the living present for the time of
  "used-to-be,"
He takes off his shoes and stockings, and he
  throws his coat away,
And he`s free from all restrictions, save the rules
  of manly play.
He may be in richest garments, but bareheaded
  in the sun
He forgets his proud successes and the riches
  he has won.

Oh, there`s not a man alive but that would give
  his all to be
The stubby little fellow that in dreamland he
  can see,
And the splendors that surround him and the
  joys about him spread
Only seem to rise to taunt him with the boyhood
  that has fled.
When the hair about the temples starts to show
  Time`s silver stain,
Then the richest man that`s living yearns to be
  a boy again.
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