The heart has hiding places
And the mind has subtle ways
It tucks away our memories
And thoughts of bygone days.
They do not age or wither
These memories of old
They stay there in their secret
place
With stories never told.
You may find yourself quite busy
now
With all the tasks at hand
Of course I understand this
You’re leaving footprints in the
sand.
But if someday you stop to rest
And you feel very bold
Take pen to hand and write and
write
Your stories should be told.
—Leona Brauser
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