Memories so sacred began As moments once lived It would be wonderful To crown all the players With a wonderful array of jewels But they are gone; many of them And all I can do is dream; Remember the magic wonders Listen for angel wings One will laugh until he cries And cry as long as the tears last The world of mystery and beauty Times that must stay in the past So many events and gatherings My mind would like to linger But there is today to live A gentle little reminder What is past is gone Except in my own mind’s eye I struggle, but start; today begins Cannot sit around and dream again Must get moving; get things done Begin a new page; a new din When it is over I may look back Wish things were different like The morning’s light; not the night’s black Stanski February 8, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 