Consummation of elation
childlike hearts like books conveying,
changing smiles and times and styles
from black to blue to graying.
Ever present longing
for acceptance from our masses,
time turns still from sands that spill
fell leaves and browning grasses.
Always promised one more dance
as hope to heart brings yearning
makes every mile seem all worth while
and keeps our pages turning.
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