May’s Flowers

To meet death head on,

You need but a song

  —to carry you on your way

 

The words needn’t matter

If the melody flatters

  —to be hummed by the people who stay

 

To meet death head on,

You need only one song

  —that your children may sing out of tune

 

Because the years they go fast,

Only memories last

  —as May gives up her flowers to June

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

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