The day breaks of morning dew
As it glistens brightly I think of you
Shiny now against brightening blue
I remember you in all the things I do
A quiet time to reflect and remember
Those special memories I do tender
Of days when laughter was king
And happiness that being with you brings
Now darkness brings a quietness found
As I reflect this silent sound
Days of old reflect our past
Of memories that will last.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Days of old reflect our past Of memories that will last, , , , true and perfect
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Indelible mark they leave on our life's trail.