Reality is each ones own to know
Friends and feelings are few and fleeting
Health can come and go.
The future is an unknown
It may not even exist
The past is the only thing
We can be sure will persist.
Fact of past can be hid
By those it does not please
But the truth of it will not die
As long as hope to the true of heart cleaves.
Other things will come and go
Dreams will often turn into never
Promises may fail through circumstance
But memories are forever.
I will be thankful of
Memories I know to be good
And hope that future events
Will turn as they should.
G - November 2007
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