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Sep 2015
As age comes to me daily
just like it does for us all,
I consider my life
and what does it mean.

It can mean many things,
as I imagine what would
have been and what has been,
which means nothing in the big scheme of things.

Regrets you can have,
but nothing will change,
other than dragging a chain,
that gets heavy with age.

So the past is just that
and I will remember it
for what it was
and not what it might have been.

The here and now is
a happy place
with love of life
and of fellow man.

A smile each day,
good love in my life,
with a hug good night,
and we sleep.

Good Night!!
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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