POETRY*

A RECKONING When a generation startsto tiptoe awayalmost imperceptibly,one misses the presenceof old friends one didn’t seevery often, and that, too,is sad. A reckoning is due. I should have saidHow glad I was of you.     THERE’LL COME A DAY There’ll come a day when I’d giveanything to see you standing therein the kitchen, head  bent over,jotting down something to remember,happy because while making your lunchyou can listen to your gentle musicon the …

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