The Old Man

The old man you held to,
threw out the winter,
is just yesterdays news,
spring has sprung different winds,
just as you lips have gone on,
to kiss a younger ones tongue,
and venchers to new paths,
that sing only to you,
it is now time I say ado,
but I still, will love you.

by Walter C. Edwards

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