Morning often brings thoughts
From life’s yesterday’s show
As the sun rises on the horizon
recalls visions I wish to know.
Days of love and romance
Creates a lovely thought
Children growing up
With mysteries we taught.
Morning brings the melancholy
Years of life going by
Tingles of feelings wearing
An occasional tear in the eye.
So many yesterdays gone
piled on the rock of love’s bed
memories ride on past
like movies playing in my head.
New born babes, adults passed
Friends gone whose memories thrive
And I appreciate knowing
I remain kicking and alive.
Mornings often bring thoughts
Of the life I’ve lived so far.
Being thankful for the memories
Keeping me one of the stars.
Del Cano May 12, 2010
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