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Years come and go in an endless turn. Where do we find meaning?

Years

by Profe Steve

Day fades ever into day, Nights blur to forgetfulness.

Does nothing ever come to stay? Leave naught but bitter tearfulness?

Another dawn another season, Hope burns high then fades to death.

Searching ever for the reason, Wrestling for another breath.

Years pile in on top of years And nothing marks their passage

Save for tracks of salty tears But who can read their message?

But though we old and wrinkled grow, Through weal and woe, midst boon or bane,

Though wintry winds do fearful blow, E’er side by side we shall remain.

Age will come and likewise flee, Unending ebb and flow of tide,

But here with you I’m ever free, And strong together shall abide.

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