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Autumn Of My Life’s Year ..
I’m in the autumn, of my life’s year
I bore my fruit, with tender care.
It’s amazing how quickly, they have grown
And have even produced fruit, of their own.
January to August, I clearly remember
Even though I’m now, at mid September.
I now take my time, and see things more clearly
So maybe I’m having, an ‘Indian Summer’ really.
It might be something, that quickly passes
Or because I’m wearing, new prescription glasses.
My young grandchildren, keep me on my toes
Our imaginations create, boundless scenarios.
They make my heart laugh, with giggling pleasure
This is a priceless, autumn golden treasure.
I hope I have time, to share many more thrills
Before I’m slowed down, by winter’s chills.
Though winter hours, are rarely sunny
Heart warming love, needs no weather or money.
The winter season, is nothing to dread
You can radiate love, even lying in bed.
( Amal Reetpet )

Looking Back ..
I might have been rich if I’d wanted the gold
Instead of the friendships I’ve made.
I might have had fame if I’d sought for renown
In the hours when I purposely played.
Now I’m standing today on the far edge of life
And I’m just looking backward to see
What I’ve done with the years and the days that were mine
And all that has happened to me.
I haven’t built much of a fortune to leave
To those who shall carry my name
And nothing I’ve done shall entitle me now
To a place on the tablets of fame.
But I’ve loved the great sky and its spaces of blue.
I’ve lived with the birds and the trees.
I’ve turned from the splendor of silver and gold
To share in such pleasures as these.
I’ve given my time to the children who came.
Together we’ve romped and we’ve played
And I wouldn’t exchange the glad hours spent
With them for the money that I might have made.
I chose to be known and be loved by the few
And was deaf to the plaudits of men.
And I’d make the same choice should the chance
Come to me to live my life over again.
I’ve lived with my friends and I’ve shared in their joys
Known sorrow with all of its tears.
I have harvested much from my acres of life
Though some say I’ve squandered my years.
For much that is fine has been mine to enjoy
And I think I have lived to my best.
And I have no regret, as I’m nearing the end
For the gold that I might have possessed.
( Edgar A. Guest )

The Simple Things ..
God grant that I may live upon this earth
And face the tasks which every morning brings
And never lose the glory and the worth
Of humble service and the simple things.
( Edgar A. Guest )

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