Nineteen Seventy Five Poem by Paul Reed
Nineteen Seventy Five
This blank page I dedicate
To Nineteen Seventy Five
The year I found out, too late
How precious it is to be alive;
For how many things do we learn
How many gifts do we have to give
For something for which we yearn
'As long as we both shall live';
All that has happened since then
All the years that have passed
Cannot change that day, or when
Living stopped so fast.
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