Rode

Of the years in memory,

The hearts of understanding,

The toil to nurture,

And the joy enhancing.



I surely would not know,

The slimmest of glances,

Or the glitter of these,

If had not been the chances.



For the flow of such events,

Were not by my hands,

But this munificence resulted,

From the surrounding's demands.



As though the curling path,

Be a sparkling wand,

That transformed the searching cries,

Into a serendipitous song.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I guess there's a bit of it in all, well some.

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Suzy Cochrane's picture

Very true.Thanks, puts things in perspective. I especially like the 2nd and 3rd verses.