the afternoon does fly
it's almost autumn already
and the summer is barely a memory
so swiftly it went by
what poet hasn't said all this
in like words and emotions
and who hasn't faced this condition
yearning for all that on earth will be missed?
what comes after this offers no guarantee
no strict rendering of what is to be
but each of us build toward it as we will
rulers and workers and lovers and poets
all varieties of occupation know it
and we will our sorrows and anticipations still...
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