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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