I can’t forget love

My autumn songs are

a harvest of maturity.

I have not abandoned

the excitement of discovery;

nor the tingle in my spine

like the taste of mellow wine.

I would say, “i’m excited”

by the prospect of a new day.

Then, at night i stop to pray.

“I thank whatever gods may be

that my life has been kind to me.”

One of my reasons for living

is to express my thanksgiving.

oh, yes! I can’t forget love.

Walt Abbott–11-7-2010