Thoughts

September 24, 1995|By FRANCES K. SILL

The days drift by not with the

rhythm of my youth

nor yet my middle years

They steal on slower feet

The Touch of Time

The rust of age

Eating away my last years

Yet content am I counting my

blessings.

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