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May 23
You spend half a lifetime trying to get away
And all the time have gathered cherished
Memories hardly realizing what will be no
More-Then you fly away -burst forth on the
Journey hardly contemplating any loss. But
There comes a time you know it was your
Home- loveliest of memories and you can
Not go there again only when we visit in
Our dreams; a place most like heaven as a
Remembered sketches of a beach long ago

Long long are the memoriesΒ Β of our youth


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem "My Lost Youth"
Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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