Sun, now in Autumn ebb and flow.
Sun, which we worshipped so.
Sun, the shadow pin that marks our day,
Sun, the trigger of flowers display,
Sun, giving us our daily light,
Sun, shining, shining bright.
Son, I hope you are not burnt by our mistakes.
My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
By variationinmotion
I'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I do... More