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Vision's Gift

The older I get… the closer I become to the things I can’t see The older I get… the more I’m amazed by the things that surround me The older I get… the longer the nights and the dreams that they bring The older I get… empty words falling mute—each new season to sing The older I get… those women that I loved I now carry inside The older I get… that child I once was to return with a smile The older I get the deeper I embrace the reason I’m here The older I get each moment a gift—with its vision so clear (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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