Blessed Moment

To my teacher and good friend,
M.H

I no longer stand on future’s hill
And wait for coming glory
Nor hold on to roses of my past
And wish for a different story
I’ve grown tired of my restless mind
That flood my heart with worry
And turns the blessed moments
Into haunting purgatory

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