We grow, we talk, we walk through days
like they were cotton candy
We like, we love, and often laugh
never knowing how soon they're ending
and days and years flood past us now
as fewer loved ones are left standing
by our sides are the treasured remaining loves
we savor still though we're all dying
And so it's a pitious crime to waste our time
on occassions we're not in agreement
but rather reflect that unconditional love
sees the good and looks past the bad seedings
So sorries should be more frequent
forgiveness her equal friend
when loving the best in eachother
no regrets when we're alone at the end.
kms 6/6/09
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