Saturday, December 19, 2015

Poem: "Return"

(Copyright Brendan Bombaci)

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We come, we play, we dance the day,
We share, we dare, we whisk away,
We’re bold, we’re told, until we are old;
We grow to know we reap what we sow.
For fame or fortune, for glory or glee,
We follow our muses so studiously.
But all in all, when around us may fall
Our friends or our loved ones, it grips us, the call
To remember our purpose – the basis, and goal:
To find and be there for who makes us whole.
For it time it does fly, and good life is an art,

But we cannot forget that it’s born from the heart.

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