Late in springtimeA Poem by GeeAs life draws to an end.....
Now long his shadow 'cross the ground
weak the winter sun, that sets upon a life well lived, four score years since begun. Would springtime greet him one more time like an old friend at a gate, he smiled, resigned, knowing well, not next year, he'd be late... © 2022 GeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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