To pine or fret for what is not
Is simply wasting what we've got
A moment tarries, but a wink
Before it hastens o'er the brink
Into the intangible flow
Of history's mortal bliss or woe
The triumph of its centuries
Played out in moments such as these
Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!