
My poems are like old friends I don’t see any more.
It’s comforting to know they are there,
Untouched, steady and ready
To remind me where I’ve been
And what I’ve done, what’s been lost
And what will be forever.
Life perspectives from a wandering mind
My poems are like old friends I don’t see any more.
It’s comforting to know they are there,
Untouched, steady and ready
To remind me where I’ve been
And what I’ve done, what’s been lost
And what will be forever.
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