What things would you save from today
Would it be the people who won't go away
With each laughing and loving moment spent
Remembering as well the tears as they ferment
Or was it the walk in the sun shining down
When you looked around without a frown
The feeling that all was right with the world
As in its bosom we are all so softly held
But today will stay as it always will be for me
As I am happy that it was mine nurtured free
All I ask is that these hours lived will remain
For me to savour again in a melancholy refrain.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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