AggeroA Poem by michael rosenthalReflection on our timeAGGERO There is a freshness
in the air; it is the tendril of the spring winds. Soon again, buds will
become green shoots, a beginning of new branches for old trees. Blossoms will turn
into ripe fruits and the flower will beckon to the honey-bee and seduce it with its sweet nectar. *** You should not count on there being this Spring, nor should you take this bright day as your right. If it has come to you, do not just be thankful, but be sure to relish every second and do not allow its passing to go without leaving your mark upon the hour. Be a part of
the passage of time, not just a spectator. *** Add to the sum of what has come before, even if only modest in nature; it is your destiny, and the only true measure of your worth is that others might look at the record and say - that life was not in
vain. L’Orangerie 2 August 2006 (Edited & revised December 2022) © Michael D Rosenthal 2006 © 2022 michael rosenthal |
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