Left Behind
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Barry Middleton
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I leave behind the perennials
the daffodils of youth
the memory and the faces
and the traces of the truth
I leave behind the month of May
the sun on a sparkling creek
the dove and the promise of love
and the whispers that we seek
I leave behind the black and white
in humble words upon a page
the hope of recurrent spring
and the final wisdom of old age
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