Poem: Off Season

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Off Season

Be gentle with me.

I have had my illusions
destroyed.

All
of them.

And it has taken me
many years
to grow new ones,
tender new shoots,
like spring flowers giving birth
in the October frost.

About this poem. 

Few of us are as strong as we look.

Tom

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