Just A Reflection...

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Memories of days gone by;

attitudes of different times:

Friends beside you without fail,

Steadfat love come sun or hail.

I see a glimpse every now and then

of life as it could have been;

Faithful love without reserve'

never asking what its gift deserves

But 'tis a fading blustery wind

tossing yon without end:

Tempest brewing to fading light,

blowing coldness through the night.

Where does the journey take us now?

Might we make it back somehow

to a place of simpler times,

to a world of livng minds?

I fear the way is long since lost

to remain forever tempest tossed.

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