Saturday, June 11, 2016
A poem …
Ripeness
His end begun, he watches toddlers run
In joy amid a world of wonders they
Will find must lose their luster. Or maybe not.
After all, birds and grass and pale blue sky
Still seem to charm his own well-seasoned heart.
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