"Child of October"

And in some distant winter,

of his life, he prayed it would be written:

Here was a man, 

at peace with his thoughts.

A man of few words,

who drew more truth from the gentle rains,

than from the words of other men.

Here was a child of October,

educated by November.

A man who treasured the wisdom

in the

Autumn's Silence.

Here was a man of the Fall,

who, like the Season,

was mindful of his limitations,

yet gave all that he had to give,

freely.

Here was a man,

touched by every person, place, and thing

he chanced to touch.

And ripened

by it all. 

~ Randy Jaroch

U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'

28 October, 2018

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