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Child’s Play

The children play in the sun and the old man watches


His soft face fills with a smile: he is  child again, running and splashing


He brushes down his check shirt and leans forward to talk, his voice light and learned


He talks of his life – the war years and farming and how he had been unwell


And the sun shone and the children played and the old man said his wish was to be well


Then he leaned back and smiled and he was serene


I’m resigned to what might happen, he said. I’m comfortable


There it was; a lifetime’s wisdom in a sentence spoken so quietly it was nearly overtaken by a child’s laughter

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