What can I possibly want in a world that has already given me everything?
August 27, 2020
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Matins
Oh, how he loved the bell in the garden,
rusted, silent, cool — and when the first leaf fell,
he laughed, and wept, like a fool — and while he sat,
on a stone, with his white hair, his old hands
let go of the world.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Aging, Bells, Diaries, Fall, Gratitude, Journals, Joy, Matins, Poems, Poetry, Sorrow, Wants and Needs
William Michaelian 