Life is made of Memories
As the morning warms its shoes
As the dark gives way to dawn
So new day begins its tale
Yet another story born.
Every moment, every day,
Bring new memories again;
Similar but none the same
Some of joy, others of pain.
Life is made of memories
When each life has been and gone
Let us all remember this
Memories are what live on.
Another good memory👍
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Thanks for your comment, Dr. B.
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Roland, wonderfully written and with a strong sentiment.
Miriam
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Many thanks for your positive comment, Miriam.
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Profound
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Tha k you, Derrick. I’m missing your own daily New Forest updates. Have I missed a critical blog telling me you’re taking a well-deserved break?
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I haven’t missed any, Roland. Maybe you should follow again – I’m sure some go off the radar sometimes.
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Truly, a lovely poem, Roland.
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Many thank yous, Eugenia.
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My pleasure, Roland.
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