Forty Years
Forty years fly by, like fast frame film
Flickering pictures of life, it's joys and sorrows
Memories made over time, some sharp, some dim
Each scene defines us, for good or ill
All are part of who we are inside.
Written on 1/22/16
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016
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