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A Proud Moment

Why do I question the unassailable god's truth?

If it wasn’t an eidolon of past encounters?

If it wasn’t the intercession of our foolhardy youth?

Aye a force of footloose uncaring extremes

Where Crying, Waiting, Hoping  on  life's threshold

‘Hellos and  Goodbyes useless greetings then

Now remembrances why we’re Glad to be alive

Our Shadow figures in Celebration cry

Perhaps tomorrow we’ll stomp the yard as ancients

Raise our voices in freedoms chant

Living daily in swing time to destiny's truth

Our harvest dance the last of life's moments

Putting to rest a youthful dream of La La Land

 We race our wheelchairs down the rest home hall 

(clarice) 05/08/2021