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I first read/heard this poem when I was a boy in grade school back in the fifties. It has stayed with me ever since and has often come to mind during times of change in my life, funerals, births, times of loss, times of gain, etc...and of course every year when the seasons change
Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost, 1923
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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