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Autumn days blow cool in my heart,

my hair turning the color of snow.

Where has this life of mine gone,

blowing by in a frenzied blur.



I still see my childhood friends,

in my mind the way we all were.

Wonder where they all are now,

or even if they are still alive and well.



What happened to my children,

they grew up so fast in my life.

All adults with families of their own,

growing like weeds to be ignored.



I should tell them to savor them all,

each and every moment they can.

One day they will feel the autumn breeze,

blowing cool in their face like myself.



I hope they do not feel the same regrets as I,

missing such simple pleasures that were there.

Damn, I should have embraced them all,

freezing them in time instead of my heart.