The scenes of summer quickly fly
Like angel wings across the sky
Reminding all that life is fleet
And full of days both sad and sweet.
The memories of yesterday
Sometimes get lost along the way
The seasons come and then they go
For we shall reap as we do sow !
Lord who am I to offend Thee
I’m one that’s full of sad regret
I am neither great nor pithy
And likely sometimes to forget !
The wistful willows bend and weep
The mourning doves have gone to sleep
The raucous gulls their silence keep
While in the night dark shadows creep.
Failed dreams lie stagnant in a heap
The charm is gone, the price too steep
The prize we seek beyond our leap
For as we sow, so shall we reap !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 