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in the autumn of life age

delivers us to unsuspected

worlds where quietly we sit

to observe the leaves on the

fall trees gently touch earth.

we wonder about things left

undone, the pitch desires still

circling in our graying hearts,

the sweet bridges that brought

us far, the beauty that is much

deeper than changing form, flesh,

and bones. each day more loosely

laced, we feel the world young in

every part within, the memories

of reckless youth now giving us

sweet rest, and the things we love

alas not weak in each tasty living

breath. we live where time is no

longer complained, a place where

dreams sluggishly still make their

way into the light, the deeply hidden

spring that has held thousands of tears

and bathes us now with the scent of

heaven that was always near—this

we say delivers us!