As warmth of breath ends on Autumn’s eve
I ponder expectations yet to achieve
And still through change, I must believe
That tomorrow… will be better
While the sun now sets an earlier chime
I ponder thoughts of wasted time
And all those hills I’ve yet to climb
As we approach the cooler weather
In the ever-changing landscape of Fall
All those many moments I now recall
Will serve as reminders on my wall
That tomorrow…must be better
Alas, as summer’s many days descend
I must realize it’s not an end
Just a time to now transcend
To make tomorrow…better
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Ah such a beautiful poem with two meanings one of seasons of nature and the other seasons of one's life. 💖
Thank you, friend!
Very nicely put, Pop. Love the transcend at the end (which, of course, is really not the end).
Never really is the end, thank you
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