My only solace is poetry,
for death stalks my dreams.
But I may turn to memory,
to know my life was blessed.
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Beautifully penned what is a man but the sum parts of his memories thanks
Very well expressed. Memory of good times will always stay with us. And poetry is definitely a blessing in the lonely hours. A great piece. A10
Having worked with very old and sick people, I can say that sometimes memory is all we are left with. Thanks for the comment.