Post Aforetime

I was thirty-eight, it was
The year that we got married;
Traveling for the company
In cool and fair September,

I came along a fence aside
A field with straggling livestock,
And stopped to take a photo, so
That I could long remember

The shadows of that innocence,
The sunlight of that meadow.
The fence that separated me
From this great otherwise:

For I was thirty-eight, it was
A time when life was changing,
When what the future held for me
Began to


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