By Joshua Philipp

Just as flowers fall, so shall we all
What meaning to find before time makes its call
To love and the spring
Softly we’d sing
Then what is left, for to dust turn the memories of all.

Yet there was a time, so long ago
When troubles and cares, I would care not to know
And I would sing
And I would dream
In innocent joy that still whispers its call to my home.

 

Joshua Philipp is a newspaper editor, writer, and poet living in Astoria, New York City. He is vice president of the Society of Classical Poets.

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