The great good reward for working away youth
is the time to sit at our table for breakfast
and listen to robin songs
in a garden of our own making,
the comforts of retirement;
such evening delights
as our nightly brew
when sunlight fades.
Content to leave behind youth,
all its complicated struggle;
we will find the soul’s peace
in simplicity of longer, slower days
till we are freed from this world
to fly away
to other mornings
... in the garden,
... just you and me,
... among the heavenly things.
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