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December Sky
I sit, with deep contentment, by the window And watching the young evergreen out-shadowed The oak tree, where love once etched on it, I sowed My time quietly slipped into the picture Between my only son and his firstborn son Between the past, the present, and the future I have the feelings, but no words are spoken When the words are spoken, my own feelings gone Hidden for life, in my sagging rocking chair I felt the late afternoon cold breeze, touching White-bearded face, with the autumn scent tingling While the golden sun has faded, into gray I saw the charmed naked ladies, still smiling In a bright purplish pink, for there are no snows Soon, the land will be white, when tomorrow bows As I eagerly wait for December sky To glow, with sensational firecrackers’ lights In my arms, my grandson awaken from sleep No words spoken, but, has the smile on his face In him I saw myself, in my father’s arm Now I know, December’s coming, to give grace
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