Little Needs
Strange to think
that as time passes and we age
there is little need for most things
that called and tempted us in youth.
The extravagances that intrude in life
no longer seem to carry any substance
and life proceeds at a slower pace
content with what we have.
The days are filled with memories
lost time and sad regrets
that love was and remains
all that is needed.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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