"Mid Afternoon"
In this careless valley
Between past and future pains
We play like children,
Walk hand in hand, sometimes
Spending these hours as though
They will last forever.
We cannot believe how late
In the afternoon we have come.
The sunlight is golden.
We act as though these days will
Last forever, and it seems
That's the way it ought to be.
  Arnold Gassan 2000

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