Read Only File
Read Only File
2/22/22
Miracle Man
Each day I add to my read only file,
as time breathes my present to past.
Many things there warrant a smile,
But many names and faces are glassed.
Entries made there cannot be changed,
though password is stored in my brain.
Stories told, have seen facts rearranged,
and sometimes, inadvertently, I may feign.
Others know some because they had a place,
some know little unless I opt to share.
My long past is but by a loving God’s grace,
I’ve had three score and ten and thirteen to spare.
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.”
–Alice Morse Earle
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