‘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.
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.
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It’s
been
a
long
life
I’ve
lived
it
well
It’s
a
long
tale
Too
long
to
tell
… So
I
won’t!
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