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Clay Felts <[log in to unmask]> wrote and posted this poem... Autumn The days pass quickly but nights are long. I love deeply but passion wanes. I have time for my children but they are working. Wisdom has come but the memory has gone. My mother died but when I speak I hear her words. My father is gone but I have his hands. There is joy in small pleasures but it lives in a shadow There is more free time but my time grows shorter. Grandchildren are delightful but they live far away. I exercise often but I grow weaker. I take a lot of pills but my health deteriorates. I understand life but no one will listen. I cry often but I don't know why. I wish it could be redone but not done over again. The experience of life is shared but I walk into death alone. ...Clay Felts 12/01 * * * ---------------------------------------------------------------------- To sign-off Parkinsn send a message to: mailto:[log in to unmask] In the body of the message put: signoff parkinsn