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FOR AN OLD MAN DYING Go down, old friend, to warm beaches where the sand still speaks of your young love; where the smoke of ancient fires still stings in the nostrils. Go down, old friend, where heaps of long opened shells glitter in the light of old moons; where the music of forgotten songs lingers in the listening ear. Go down, old friend, to the circle of familiar faces which opens to make room for you. Tell the old tales in their first flush of fresh and bawdy life; make music again on broken strings. Leave us, for our fires have all burned out and only their grey smoke drifts in a shadowy and indefinite dawn. Leave us as our new canoes move out from familiar shores drifting upon inconsequent tides. Frederick C. Parmée

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Te Ao Hou, June 1966, Page 58

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FOR AN OLD MAN DYING Te Ao Hou, June 1966, Page 58

FOR AN OLD MAN DYING Te Ao Hou, June 1966, Page 58