I am in the house and will be
leaving in a few minutes to
take a walk. Not much on my
mind. The sky is clear and
radiantly blue. The world is
in chaos, as usual. I am old
and at some point in the not
too distant future, I will be
dead and gone. It is spring.
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Author:
Vipassana (
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This poem takes the seasons of life as matter of fact and is quite dry in delineating its plans. Well done
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