And nearly two decades later her husband My Pop-pop Went and followed the same trail Mom's grief will pass, an annual triste At Samhain, when our world and the next are briefly one, Halloween, the ending of the year. And beckon endless generations of young goblins, ghosts and Freddy Kreugers to our doors. But at least with the little ones it's fun to pay up. My son, my tiger Is my fragile claw with which to grasp the future As I am my father's and his father's before. The world spins through its seasons, whirls round the years and flies onward.
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