Shirley Campbell Horton
Poem by Shirley Campbell Horton
Time, books, people...
Some rare as a glass of aged wine
Many highly spiced with memories
Years, months, weeks
What have we gleamed in this
passage of life?
Wisdom, patience, knowledge?
Forgiveness to set us free -
And love, that indomitable force
That sustains us in a world
Seemingly growing cold!
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