ain't it just like the song
to play tricks with the sound
thinking present moment
wonderful moment
grateful for the day
and all that will be around
the idea that sprung from within
energy saved days
for when spring will begin
cold rain & ice mock
the plans drawn out on pages
listening to the laughter
as it hits the early leaves
nothing concluded now
and at other ages
box of old books immortal
writers never known
new copies old thoughts
some of them my own
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