A Joyous Spring

The beauty of nature fades from my mind

The sound of my mother’s call is merely a memory left behind

My first love no longer warms my heart

The sweetest foods have become tart

The strength of my father’s grip has grown senile

And now I await death’s sting

But 2 hear you laugh

Makes my soul’s heart sing

Love is patient. Love is kind.
— 1 Corinthians 13
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