All things past are close
as he starts another dose.
Rain, wind, thunder, and fire.
Of the old
the young soon tire.
Soon enough they'll join us in the mire.
Betwixt and between.
Once keen
loving
daughters
no more
to be seen.
Lear’s
tears
refresh
the laughing summer green.
One-eyed
mean
king
auld head bandaged
arm in a sling.
Wonderful winter solitudes
chase away
babbling
Spring.
Surprises
Autumn
brings.
All things past.
Residues of noble things.
Gradually
slowly
with the
humility
and
patience
of
majesty
a
nameless
sorrow
sings.
But love,
dear love.
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