Words of Life, Love and Praise
Left Behind...
Love has comes calling
now there are things
best left behind...
Little black-books
an old lovers rhymes,
trinkets and pictures
of "back-in-the-day",
for that was then
they can no longer stay-
A new life is upon me
with a promise on my left hand,
and I shall not be foolish
holding on to spent sand.
I've packed away old memories
they indeed served me well,
but I'm off making new ones
and where these go, time shall tell.
Now with arms wide open
I embrace this new divide,
and I shall not have regret
of these things left behind...
now there are things
best left behind...
Little black-books
an old lovers rhymes,
trinkets and pictures
of "back-in-the-day",
for that was then
they can no longer stay-
A new life is upon me
with a promise on my left hand,
and I shall not be foolish
holding on to spent sand.
I've packed away old memories
they indeed served me well,
but I'm off making new ones
and where these go, time shall tell.
Now with arms wide open
I embrace this new divide,
and I shall not have regret
of these things left behind...
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