~ To Memory Go ~

The waves washed out then crashed again.  
        The afternoon sun warmed the sand.  
        To memory one goes for windows of solace.

Love in memory surpasses all,  
For where one once was, he might never be returned,  
And what one once possessed might never be replaced.  
For, until the next time, the best will only have been.

The waves washed out then crashed again.  
The afternoon sun warmed the sand.  
To memory one goes for light on the sill.

Wisdom in memory surpasses all,  
For where one once was, will never be again the same,  
And what one once had may always be improved.  
For, if one can return, the best will yet to be.

The waves washed out then crashed again.  
The afternoon sun warmed the sand.  
To memory one goes for a coin in the hand.  

A friend in memory surpasses all.  
For where one once was, there he may always remain.  
And what one once had, that he may never lose.  
For, if time permits, better only it can become.

The waves wash out then crash again.  
The afternoon sun warms the sand.  
To memory one should go for . . . to hold.

                        by  M.G. Maness, Thanksgiving

                November 24, 1988

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