THE END YEARS
A life that spanned good duties path
with love long held and not transferred
and now within our own domain
where hearths with vestal fires burn
protected there by lock and key
and all that flows in our retreat
the gentle tears of love long held.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A fine write M. What age is Miss Berles?!
Berley old enough to remember.
You see Berlington Bertie lately?
Saw him in Bow - ding dong.
That love will never end Michael.
I like the painting.
Thanks Andy - My feminine side lol.
Both words and accompanying image are quite beautiful..... Yes indeed.
Neville
Thanks Neville
ANGELA HERE (10:30pm FRIDAY) BLUE flowers always speak to Me of nostalgia ! Im getting nostalgic for ESSEX (Ive polished me White Stilletos & Handbag !) Love your tribute to *A LIFE WELL LIVED & LOVED* which is true of many Seniors on MPS. We look forward to joining the Married Ranks in 2020 !
Blessings to YOU & YOURS
Love Angela & BRIAN
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Thanks Angela - white painted fingernails? I'll drink to 2020.
This beautiful poem spoke to me. You are preaching to a believer.
Tribal brothers eh Fred. Thanks for the comment.
An admirable write and what a lovely flower-painting. Your talents are multi-layered my friend.
Oh that sweet and secure love that only maturity can bring us. A safe and divine place. Lovely words Michael.
That's all we need to take us to the end.
Well piece of writing Sir!!
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