Treasuring the autumn of life and all that it brings
A poem … Autumn is a time when things do perish and the new becomes old and worn out.
A poem … Autumn is a time when things do perish and the new becomes old and worn out.
Take my hand,
Yours in mine,
As we walk among
The shadows of time…
It is interesting how we have “progressed” if you can call it that, in how we are provided the news. There is something to be said for more voices being heard and more viewpoints shared, but the bias and vitriol that is present today seems to fill every page and broadcast…