We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t grieve, but gratitude for what we still have and for what lies ahead does a lot to dispel the cloud of pessimism the enemy would use to shut out our joy.
Hank’s mother found these words in a Dear Abby column years ago. The author wrote the lyrics for his wife of 60 years. The paper is yellowed and brittle, but his thoughts are ageless.
AUTUMN DAYS
When autumn days remind us that the summertime is gone
And the shadows show the sun is on the wane,
It seems so easy to forget that life continues on
As we revel in our strolls down mem’ry lane.
But then I stop to reason that living knows no season,
And realize our numbered days are few.
That’s why I don’t recall if summer skies were gray or blue
But live each lovely autumn day with you.
Francis Stroup, Dekalb, Illinois
©Universal Press Syndicate
Beautiful, Joan!
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