Sixty Years Is Quite a Lengthy Stroll
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|Sixty years is quite a lengthy stroll|
In gardens both exotic and familiar.
Xylophones run faintly with the wind,
Tinkling across from far Sicilia,
Yearning for some long-accomplished goal.
Years like leaves whisper in the wind,
Each both intimate and unfamiliar,
As hand-in-hand in shade we peaceful stroll,
Remembering the heat of far Sicilia
Sighing 'cross some long-forgotten goal.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon