Our life is full of little pleasures

In time becoming, our best treasures

As our vigor drains and memories fade

Its then, that reminiscences are made


Some remain as lived, each account intact

While others may, leave out a certain fact

But the truth, need not always be as said

Just as long, as the meaning’s there instead

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