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Monday, August 15, 2022

Because We Never Know What Waits...

 





Because we never know what waits
While winter pounds on summer’s gates
While moments drip like diamond studs
Where Bygone’s velvet footfall thuds
On boulevards of misted gold
While what we have wafts through our hold
Like jewels we can never snare
But touch, as they slip to thin air

...we dare not stand and stare too long
Where life runs rife with yester-song
But thank God for each falling star
And make the most of where we are

© Janet Martin





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