oh too quickly
only to be forgotten
past days dissipate
picking up pace
as years go by
and what of us?
are we to forget
what love there is
love that is patient
kind and true
love that honors
for today is ours
given only by grace
how shall we handle?
enough is before us
no more no less
to use in accordance
spring is now here
sun will rise and fall
as we press on
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