August 2, 2013

 

 

Is not reality

but a sobering thought

when far too late in life

partners become dear

When the memory holds fast

the past – crystal clear,

whilst today, from the mind,

disappears.

 

Why is happiness

so short lived

when it takes a lifetime to bind?

Why does a young head

on old shoulders still sit

when vital tools are now

so hard to find?

 

 

 

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