These fleeting days of summer
Like your youth, you must enjoy
For someday soon son you'll awake
And find you're not a boy
You'll find this world has not just gone
According to your plan
You'll find a harder, meaner world
Where you must be a man
And in that world my son, you'll find
This frightening little truth:
These fleeting days of summer
Were the fleeting days of youth!
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Reviews of "These Fleeting Days Of Summer"
Reviewed by Claywoman (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2003
This hit the nail on the head...Our children grow much too fast! I know I can't believe my children are as old as they are...While I'm in the autumn of my years...
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on July 17, 2003
John ... the truth was captured in this poem. And I too hope he heeded your words.
Bill Murray
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on July 16, 2003
My goodness! This hit me right between the eyes.. you give absolute beauty and truth to "sentimental" and "melancholy." They are treasured words when applied to your gentle wisdom. Is your son old enough to realize what a wonderful father he has? He's very lucky, John. katy.
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