we occupy this time and place,
with pleasures and with maladies;
we seek the patterned path to trace,
for there are always memories –
of who we were and what we are,
of cups of coffee long ago;
and though we search both now and far,
we have a lifetime yet
to go
Wow … this is so brilliant!
“… Of cups of coffee long ago …”
Wonderful.
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I love this. Reminds me of Robert Frost’s “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening”