New Autumn's teardrops of slow-falling rain
On my bald pate and eyes did soothe the pain;
Sweet memories of carefree childhood days
Turned nagging sorrow to mad roundelays.
A soft caress from long ago recalled
Left gentle warmth to a heart turning cold,
Giving this eighty-year old cause to smile.
In Nostalgia, let me linger awhile...
Ah, Love, first love was true and without guile!
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