we exhibit genuine affection at the close of summer,
but can we make our way through the autumn leaves
and through all the twisting rain-swept streets?
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Wise and wonderful sharing with wonderful expression shared....
On occasion, I have wondered what a really old man must think when he sees on the news a young child that is dying of cancer. Your poem reminded me of this. Some get to live a long time and some aren't so lucky, but each day is equally precious to both... I am grateful for each and every day I get. Terrific poem!