The air of spring

We are actors in an unknown play

How shall we find our words what shall we say?

What will follow death our certain fate?

I run ahead not wishing to be late

Yet agitation is no friend to man

Take this life as slowly as you can

See azaleas, smell the perfumed air

Take off your’s better to be bare,

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