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A poem of rememberance
Our picture hangs upon the wall for all to see
Nestled in a group you and me and Henry
Reflecting that special moment that we shared
Who else can ever know the thoughts we dared
The black and whites each a blend we knew
Were of the clothes we wore and those old beat-up shoes
Our smiles with chins held high
Reflecting back a clouded streak in front the bluest sky
We had that young pretentious glow within our eyes
Who ever thought someday that one of us would die
We are so lucky to be cast upon this canvas so
Three friends a glow…if only we knew then what we now know.
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #267)
