A bit of light in my day
Kind friends to lead the way
Moments when I can say,
“I’m finished!”
Time and its effects are all I own
These are the seeds I’ve sown
From the dusty soil my labours grown
And all I can wonder is, What is it?
My memory is my enemy
Flighty and choosy
Though image be botchy
It is what it is
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