There are some seeds of thought
That cannot be bought.
For they lie in the wealth of age
And bloom when least sought.
They have been paid for many times over,
No, they are not a four leaf clover.
They are the knocks and bruises we receive,
Some we deserve, others not conceived.
Life can be difficult at times,
Happy and sad without rhyme.
Yet we wend our way through
Always hoping we can renew.
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For the seeds of life in wealth and hope.
Good thoughts to renew.
Lady Mary Ann
God Bless.
Desmond.
Sandie