The Warm Sun
THE
WARM SUN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
As I sit here embracing the warm sun
I ask where have all those souls gone
I once could count a hundred friends
Or related kinsmen knowing no end
Silently and quietly they all left
Victims of times unending theft
Its only a matter of time you see
When time will end its search for me
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