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Now I know how my parents felt on Christmas
Cursing the dawn as the light's rays break in
And the sunrise, it burgles my eyes;
Meanwhile sleep is so sweet
The dreams are still calling-
I sigh, as I ask myself 'Why?'
For it seems it was ages
Since seconds dragged on
Now the years come and go with a breath;
The fantasy faded,
The moments long gone,
Each day is one closer to death
I remember what it once was to be young,
No stress and no airs of a care
The great expectations
And broken dreams mended
The memory dim; and yet there.
--The presents are calling, too.
Celebration
Each breath
each lowering
and raising
of an eye lash
equals history
made.
.
Be well.
"broken deams mended" yeah.
Lady A