In the quietude of my room at last
Here I sit thinking of my past.
With magnifying glass and photographs
What magical spells are cast.
More than half a century ago
Wedding bells rang in the midday glow
Forty years brought a ruby ring
Those happy days made skylarks sing.
In quietude my mind walks once again
Forty years of the past, down memory lane
Happily reliving those God-given years
Magnified photos bring smiles ~ not tears.
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