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ObsoleteObsolete
An ancient one rests on a park bench
Surveying a world he once felt a part of through cataract-clouded eyes.
An octogenarian whose memories of yesteryear
Are clearer than yesterday, or even yester moment.
Isolated by his own failing senses
His ears, dull in hearing the children's laughter in play.
Wistfully, wondering what he is missing
His eyes dim in perceiving the beauty of the day.
Lovers embrace, holding hands nearby
Caught up in the blossoming springtime passion of their lives.
He remembers the sweetness of love in his day
But for him it is winter, the leaf of love, long fallen, leaving the tree barren.
A stunning beauty jogs past his place on that bench
She does not give him even a casual glance.
There was a time, he recalls, a time so long ago it seems
When his appraisement would have earned an appreciative smile.
Oh, those days when he was considered handsome,
Not only by mother and wife, he smiles…
The smile fades. He expected his mother must leave hi
The Forgotten Ornament
The Forgotten Ornament
The very idea of being an ornament means to be noticed.
That is what made it especially hurtful to be forgotten, there on the hedge, while all of her friends were packed up with care in the cozy little box and put away for the season.
But so it was for her that year.
She had thought herself pretty and proud, one to be admired.
A shiny, sparkling, Christmas ornament, left all alone.
She so enjoyed each year, for so many years, the exciting day when she and her friends were met with that familiar bright light that meant they were being brought out of storage and were about to be displayed in the visual symphony that was her owner’s annual Christmas display. She was only one of many, but she was a part of something beautiful. As neighbo
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i tuoi ritratti sono realistiche al massimo
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