In the Autumn of My Life
I walk
through flames
of autumns’ sweet refrain-
That break beneath
a weight too much
to bear-
Where-
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-
Along a path
of maple trees
and scented air-
As
I recall the life
that we once shared-
~~~
And in
the twilight hours
I see
the beauty of it all-
In every
autumn leaf
that softly falls-
~~~~~
In loving memory of:
My Father - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003
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