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A Symbol
What marks the age of the year, The wrinkles aside of each eye, The lines along the side of our mouth, Are symbols, and we don't question why.
Tears are falling from our eyes, Like raindrops fall from heaven above, It's a symbol of a broken heart, That someone's fallen out of love.
A golden band upon a hand, Shine on a finger below, The symbol that bond two love, A true love alone that glows.
The sounds of hearty laughter, Our little children at play, A symbol of genuine happiness, Carried through another day.
A reflection, in the water still, A look at the past and the present, A symbol of what the future holds, And what all those things meant.
Living life from the day of birth, A circle never ending, Repeating life, is a symbol, Of a person ever depending.
Take a moment to notice, The colour of hair or a wrinkle, Look for a symbol, to tell a story, A symbol, that's ever so simple.
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Many blessings,
~Linda
Be safe,
Karen
Regis
Fee