Remnants of Time,
Remnants of time,
survive in faded picture albums
dusted through the years.
Moments long forgotten
between the requirements of life
by the struggling of living and dying.
Bonded not by blood
but love
the lifestyle of acceptance as we were and are;
in our declining years nothing left to measure or count
as the only thing recalled
is the joy, the laughter and the tears
in the remnants of time.
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