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To My Sarah
Seldom do we have together
As much time as I crave,
Rhyme and reason empty nests
And no sooner looms the grave, but
Happy days in each must dwell
In each lived as the last,
Learning from and of each other
Over short years slipping past,
Venturing on paths unknown
Ever mindful of the time,
You grip but slip into the stream
Of life the torrent raging strong
Upon a bed of dreams.
1/5/2003
(an acrostic to my youngest daughter)
poem
by
Danny Draper
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