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In the dappled light of the autumn of life
Stop to think on what might have been.
A home, a hearth, a hob – a time as his wife
Time to brew, time to chew, time to dream.

Now that the years have flown, sped past
And the porridge of love has set hard as stone
Indigestible lumps, cold and unweilding to the
last
The door to the future is ajar, the bird of
paradise has flown.

Mother Nature and the insects have taken over
And the best we can do is to run for cover
Before the spiders draw their webs across our
eyes
And we can no longer see tomorrow’s sunrise

Karen P Hall

Poems by Anne Rainbow