When I forgot love and gratitude: A poem 

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I know the leaves from gold to grey 

Those windswept and those that on the branches lay 

And, in a sweet moment, to myself I say 

We are just a season between June and May 

I can kiss a flower and shed a tear 

to see it shrivel and no longer dear 

I am a cheat, that’s what I fear 

to love a precious only before age is near 

There is, in every season, a belittling wisdom 

For spring is short, and then comes autumn 

If I have failed to love wool and not cotton 

There are only holes in my tunic, I am rock-bottom 

O Mum and Dad, the whispers are in the breeze 

That you gave love, and asked not for its lease 

In this secret unease, my substance I weave 

In an ungracious heart, gratitude takes leave 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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  1. that is so beautiful Monte . I echo the same thought and whilst Mum and Dad did what they did with no expectations , I know o can very short in my gratitude when it was needed

    love you bro for your thoughts and words and expressions

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