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Just Passing Through
Age crept upon me like a quiet thief
Reminding me of time's silent passing
Another Autumn another dead leaf
The moment's concern seems everlasting
To conjure the year my mind was aware
A child's brain with its singular thought
Where tomorrow was far a dream to share
and childhood was playful minutes sought
As joy and anguish scroll through my mind
They remind me of adult worlds of games
When turmoil was history, made us all blind
and our tears were shed on a wall of names
Dreamed a thousand dreams on a foreign shore
Saw them washed away a history's captor
Copyright ©
Frederic Parker
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