A WHISPER
REMEMBER
CHRISTMAS IS A WONDROUS TIME
TEA
AUTUMN FALLS AT OUR FEET
Poetry Poem
SUMMER
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WORDS WITH MYSELF
I'm talking to myself
I know
Having debates and discussions lengthy
Sometimes a sensible outcome appears
But seldom
Not frequently
Is this a sign I am past my best
Left on the shelf with all and sundry
Or just a way of letting me know
I'm growing old and clumsy
My memory seems to be deserting me
Along with similar things
One other complaint that I have
Is the steepness of my mood swings
I put it down to life's pressures
The never ending quandary
Oh for those happy carefree years
Which I might add, I do remember fondly
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