“This is the way theworldends.Notwith abangbut a whimper..” T.S. Eliot
“My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.”
“Once my dear grandmother held me, she sang songs of love to me. In the autumn of her life. I held her and I sang songs of love to her. ”
“We can’t stop time. Death waits on your right shoulder and he whispered to us. Please remember, don’t waste time. Time goes by so quickly. One day you will be old and you cannot go back to the sweetness of youth. A wasted youth leave a sorrowful man.”
“Was our last words kind? Did I tell you, I love you? I wish to call you tonight, go to you now. I know I can’t. I do tell Lake St. Clair and the rising moon. Tell my beloved, so far away…
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The Reluctant Poet 