Just A NumberA Poem by Willard WellsTerry Collett's work set my mind in motion for this work.
As I grow older
And look back in time
I have no regrets for all time I have loved and lost And loved again And again As my life passed by And boy did it fly But then again That's Life Now I had a vision When a youth Of being 20 and out of my youth Now I look on that vision When no longer a youth Not past my prime and I hope not my youth But the turn of an ankle The lift of skirt I remember my youth © 2015 Willard WellsReviews
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7 Reviews Added on May 3, 2015 Last Updated on May 21, 2015 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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