When Life Walks Me Beneath a Cloud
Though I cannot make time stand still
My memories are mine to hold
As long as I’m of my own mind
They will live on in stories told
Though fleeting and of precious care
Depictions of a life well spent
In thoughts, I keep as I well know
That time is only ours to rent
And as I walk in gratitude
And think my memories aloud
These sweet reminders I embrace
When life walks me beneath a cloud
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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