A Series of Haiku’s

Gentle drops in Rainstorm
little ant runs in fear
not so gentle to some

Aging Pictures of you
memories always seem to remain
sitting in timeless frame

Sitting Youthful brow
watching child grow
old man sitting now


Old is the Soul
Laying in the flowers
Death to all of us

Sweet is the fruit
like memento joy
sad when it fades

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