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Tears
Tears come too frequently with age.
The old accentuate despair
And store up their disappointments,
Accepting, with its bitter taste,
The enormity of failure.
They learn to love the shorter days
And seek comfort in the darkness.
They hanker for secure times,
Now just beyond their memory,
When tears they wept were pure joy.
Sunday 17th April 2022 5:39 pm
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