Thursday, August 30, 2012


Candle glow on pages dim,
Line for line read again,
The slightest hint I see,
A passage fit to read indeed.

What thoughts were born,
To a man as he?
So far apart we are,
Yet I still see.

Old and frail he thought it through,
A last telling for his end he knew,
Seven decades taught him wisdom,
Would that I would see that day.

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