IT IS THE TIME FOR THE PUTTING AWAY OF TOYS
THE BOAT IS BEACHED
THE DOCK IS IN
THE PICNIC SUPPLIES SHELVED
AND AUTUMN
LIKE A PAINTED LADY
TRIES TO HIDE
THE RAVAGES OF AGE
WOW
WHERE DID THAT COME FROM
THAT GLOOMY THOUGHT
BUT I HAVE GROWN FAMILIAR WITH DEATH LATELY
AND THOSE MY AGE I UNDERSTOOD
AS THE NATURAL CONSEQUENCES OF TIME
Frank a vollmer
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