Time's thrift

Nothing in nature is wasted; Out of the litter of fallen leaves Comes growth again. Even grandfather, telling tales, Relives his olden days, Taking us an easy journey back. And love is never squandered; The least remnant, however tattered, Abides to our ends, and His.

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