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This Message I Send
Time may be short,
but the memories are long
Of a life I now celebrate,
in poetry and song
My body though challenged,
my eyesight forlorn
Those promises I kept,
the blanket that warms
The sun may be setting,
with leaves turning brown
But the path clearly marked,
my journey, my crown
As the light becomes dimmer,
and the music portends
Not sorrow but gratitude,
-this message I send
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
but the memories are long
Of a life I now celebrate,
in poetry and song
My body though challenged,
my eyesight forlorn
Those promises I kept,
the blanket that warms
The sun may be setting,
with leaves turning brown
But the path clearly marked,
my journey, my crown
As the light becomes dimmer,
and the music portends
Not sorrow but gratitude,
-this message I send
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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This Message I Send
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