In the Autumn of my years
reflection rules my day
winding paths of memories
with stops along the way
Pausing at the forks again
examining the choice
Changes I would surely make
and even raise my
voice
Funny how we clearly see
when looking from behind
It all seems so predictable
yes each and every time
What will winter years be like
when looking back again?
Hope that I will leave in peace
surrounded by my friends
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2012
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