a season spoke
in endless poems
None the less.
|Jean Bean, Me and Joe, on the steps at 4912. Look at Nana, loving to nurture way back when....|
And here is a stanza from a Robert Browning poem RABBI BEN EZRA. A good one to meditate, albeit long and challenging.
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made;
Our times are in His Hand
Who saith, "A whole I planned:
Youth shows but half: trust God, see all, nor be afraid!"