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Time to reflect
on the years that are gone;
was it right to turn left…
was it right to be wrong?
in these moments of time
in which we belong
In a moment of time,
you will see them stood there
Her head on your shoulder,
you stroking her hair,
Oh…these moments of time
in which we all share…
Time to reflect
on the years that are gone
and whether a life is well-spent
Or repenting at leisure
a moment of pleasure
and wondering
where the years went?
All those little instances of joy
that no one can measure
If we could all go back
and catch them…
and keep them forever!
Kevin Wells
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