Sunday, February 10, 2013

For Life

If life were just one April day
And I should wake, mid-afternoon
To feel the sunshine on my shirt,
Warm scattered raindrops wet my cheek,
I'd marvel with my newborn eyes
At the beauty I had never seen.

If life should be one April day,
I'll not pine for a morning lost
Nor mourn some teenage innocence.

But hand in hand, my love and I
Will lift one cup for fallen friends
Then, our business done,
We'll laugh till wrinkles frame our eyes.

And in these final precious hours
We'll celebrate the eveningtime.

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