The fruit is ripe,
The harvest approaches fast;
However, forget not the sowers,
For ‘tis their gifts (or curses)
Our hearts receive.
And, in turn, it shall
Come our time to sow anew;
Let us remember the fruit we ate,
Some bitter and other sweet;
Let us give the best
Of ourselves.
- Author: Joakim Bergen ( Offline)
- Published: April 27th, 2024 06:14
- Category: Family
- Views: 2
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