addressing a feeling I may be feeling.
THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME
THOUGH leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
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1 comment:
thats kind of nice and kind of sad. I hope your taking care of your self Dad! I love you!
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