A Lifetime
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Barry Middleton
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an old man sits on a bench
and looks out at the green lake
he thinks in the past tense
of all that was and is no more
in spring he remembers winter
a cold wind occupies his mind
in summer he recalls the spring
the sweet aroma of wildflowers
in the silence he hears an echo
a small boy playing in the park
he carries a thousand memories
and hums a time worn melody
an old man sits beside the lake
and quietly looks back on his life
for a moment his withered hands
remind him of all they once held
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