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| Picture taken at Oxbow Park |
Missing
Missing from my pillow
In the deepest part of night,
Is the love and inspiration,
That takes my life to flight,
A simple joy and pleasure
A part of life not measured.
Like holding hands in evening
While the fire softly glows,
Little secret words spoken
Those only lovers know.
Time removed from our daily
cares
A wistful note on life,
Where things are appreciated
As a relief from daily
strife.
In youth we dreamt of the future,
All knowing, all positive of its
outcome.
But in age much wiser now
So this simple truth we
found…
Life does not go on forever
Though we strive to make it
so,
So we must catch the ring of
pleasure
Where ever it might go.
