With each year passing
Why with each year passing
The spring seems fairer than the one before?
The air seems sweeter with scents it never bore
And with fresh songs the birds enchant me more.
Why with each year passing
More news of ills and death comes on apace?
Old friends now die who gave me joy and grace.
These griefs I hide behind my smiling face.
Why with each year passing
Do friends that still remain become more dear?
As sense declines there comes a growth in fear
With deep desire to have you ever near.
Peter M. Grinham 8th May 2022
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