Pausing on the windowsil
Of yesterdays memories.
Looking out at what has passed bye
And seeing part of me.
There in the shadows of thought
Lay a youthful little guy, dreaming.
Oh those dreams of youth
That were soon dashed by reality.
Still, all was not lost,
As my thoughts remained intact.
Sure, some never came to be,
But the rest made the whole of me.
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Love ya!
Jane