A short one for Mary
Ah, those were golden days…
Don’t look back, they say;
but if the memory brings a surge
of energy, and gratefulness,
and consciousness and joy,
and love that’s limitless –
what’s wrong with memory
that brings these present gifts?
Today’s now golden; limitless.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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