Life

Time, books, people...
Some rare as a glass of aged wine
Many highly spiced with memories
Years, months, weeks
What have we gleamed in this
passage of life?
Wisdom, patience, knowledge?
Humility perhaps,
Forgiveness to set us free -
And love, that indomitable force
That sustains us in a world
Seemingly growing cold!

by Shirley Campbell Horton

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