Ode to Musing

It’s Sunday and as I muse of moments countless folk abuse—
Those moments turned to memories given me of a mind at ease.
Perhaps if I knew that they were past, these moments soon would cease to last.
Perhaps, it is no good at all; for, every one I can recall.
Perhaps the moments I now use could be these memories—I muse.

written 1967

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