Changing Seasons
The geese don’t protest the summer’s end, complain about the
flight ahead. They trust the seasons .
Yet we decry each age and stage of our lives, wishing to be other
than ourselves. And in our protestation, our lamentations,
miss the loveliness of now
Quadrille #354: I Protest
A truth worth noting! Thank you for the reminder.
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Words of wisdom, my friend! Beautifully rendered.
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Thanks, Mish
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