When a leaf falls off a tree,
Hope or despair may live.
A hand might catch it fall,
Or earth may caress it hard.
The human being lives in folly,
Of smiles and bonds, and
lovely days. Like the hand that
supports my shoulder tonight.
Though two seas may separate,
A land afar from my country home,
He who lives there is nearby,
A hand on my shoulder, a love.
So, when a year he has gained,
I pat his shoulder too. Just
To remind him once again that
I love him too.
***
Happy Birthday Ron.
Not for the Contest. Just for you.
Lots of love,
Black Comedy (Sam)
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