Maple Leaves
October turned my maple’s leaves to gold;
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers;
Soon these will slip from out the twig’s weak hold,
Like coins between a dying miser’s fingers.~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich
So, don’t trifle away the time allotted to you, esteemed visitor of this humble blog.
A lovely fall image and a stinging poem that rips us out of our complacency about life. Great post!
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Thank you, Peter. A stinging poem it is for sure…
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