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"Color My World"

REFLECTIONS

The dawn breaks, the sun sets,

Marking the passing of time.

A time now passed, will not return, when we could taste the wine.

Winter, spring, summer, fall,

Where has the new year gone?

As I sit and wonder, time marches on.

A child is born, grows old and die, how quickly life passes by.

It seems that somewhere far away you can hear the feeble cry.

Fleeting moments we didn't share,

If only I'd taken time to care.

Tender moments left uncherished, gentle words left unsaid,

now in loneliness I ponder what lies ahead.

ęcopyright ~ Johnnie Oakes ~

1/28/03