Michael F. Laughlin


Reflection

Alone, reflecting, on a lovely day in May.

Thinking of the day's gone by and what life has passed my way.

At first I thought of love's I'd known that came from time to time.

The one's who thought that I was theirs; the one's I thought were mine.

And then I thought of where I've been, both close and far away.

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