The sun-tanned leaves on the tip tops
Were wearing their sunglasses and
Their purple and amber party clothes
They had drunk much of the summer sun
And had become punchy and overloaded
Hanging on, and over, the world
But alas...
The Autumn Wind had other plans
And blew her bugle.
Down, down the party-goers went in
A delicate dance
To the ground below...
Confetti-strewn
Party's Over
See you next summer!
Song lyrics written after a Vietnam veteran came to a healing circle carrying a story nobody had ever asked him to tell.
at the end of life what you gained will fade away what you gave lives on
Her soft, plump, infant hand rests on my wrinkled, blue veined skin. A grandmother and a newborn, and what passes between them.
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