Hope
As a new sheet of paper
white and blank
each new day arrives.
Hope is at our grasp.
Wishes fill each page with thought
of all that is good.
Looking back
we remember the difficulties of past,
but most of all
what is learned.
These are the memories we grow by,
how wrong
is that...
gary
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