Oh! Where are my sweaters and my coat?
And where is the devil my overcoat?
Years ago when I bid farewell to my woolen clothing,
I took out all from the pockets but forgot a thing,
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A lovely poem of great remembrance. Beautifully crafted and full of images.
Memoi are golden treasures. The older it becomes the more prescious it becomes as by then we build a room of memories thst took birth from it...the small little details that pulls us back to those lively lives we lived. Good memory collection Sir.
graph of life on that pink autograph ~ beautiful poem shared, I enjoyed