‘Morning Sun’ Pen and Wash … WHB – 2016 ©
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.
Roland's Ragbag 
Very apt, I’ve just posted something too about reflections and memories being important for people at “our age”.
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Thanks DR.B. We’re obviously ‘on song’.
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A splendid combination of illustration and poetry
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Your comment is much appreciated, Derrick.
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