I sometimes sit and wonder
If it was a dream in all its splendour
And I think back without dwelling
Do my eyes blink and tears are welling
For looking back for the good is worth a smile
And I want to gloss over my grey file
Don't worry for it's hard to remember
The pressure and reasons now are obscured in its render.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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