Remember… My wrinkled lips were once your muse, The moonshine and joyful tears we shared Remember… My shaky hands once held you while we danced But will you forget my soul now my body is frail and old?
Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places
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Remember… My wrinkled lips were once your muse, The moonshine and joyful tears we shared Remember… My shaky hands once held you while we danced But will you forget my soul now my body is frail and old?
