by | Mar 7, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

My spirit is strong no more does it long,
For times that are past that I thought would last,
I‘ve taught it how to live in the now,
To make each day everlasting in my own way,
I fill up my plate with laughter and love,
I think of love as I’m walking through the wood,
For each bird that flies to faraway skies
Only those that return will build their nest
To house the love of everlasting rest!


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