Where do the years go
They certainly don't go slow
Some things are worth remembering
And others a lot less for the rendering
So in the end we take stock of what was
When we wonder if there was merit in your cause
If you are looking for an acknowledgement of work well done
Forget about it as your face may fit and therefore not be the one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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