How
.
m
a
n
y
.
times
.
h
a
v
e
.
I
.
opened
.
m
y
.
eyes
.
t
o
.
find . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
yesterday’s
rhymes
.
o
f
.
smiles
.
a
n
d
.
sunshine,
–
–
teed,
.
a
n
d
.
tied,
.
a
n
d
.
tagged,
.
a
n
d
.
tossed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
carelessly
.
o
u
t
.
of
.
m
y
.
life?
–
–
–
.
.
.
How
.
m
a
n
y
.
more
.
t
i
m
e
s
.
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
–
–
–
learn
.
t
o
.
savor
.
t
h
e
.
wine,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
tightly
–
–
grip
.
t
h
e
.
vine?
–
–
–
.
.
.
How
.
m
a
n
y
.
more
times?
–
–
–
.
.
.
How
.
m
a
n
y
.
more
times?
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
remember
.
w
h
e
n
.
our
days
.
w
e
r
e
.
new . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ when
.
t
h
e
.
skies
.
w
e
r
e
.
bold
.
a
n
d
.
burning
blue . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
wide
.
a
n
d
.
high
–
–
across
.
t
h
e
.
days
.
a
n
d
.
nights . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
pride
.
a
n
d
.
promise
–
–
burned
bright
–
–
within
.
o
u
r
.
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ pride
.
a
n
d
.
promise
–
–
burned
bright
–
–
within
.
o
u
r
.
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
shined
warming
.
r
a
y
s
.
of
sunlight
.
u
p
o
n
.
all
.
a
n
d
.
everything
.
w
h
i
c
h
.
might . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
way
.
b
a
c
k
.
then,
.
w
h
e
n
.
worries
.
w
e
r
e
.
few . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
there
.
w
a
s
.
nothing
much
.
t
o
.
lose . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ there
.
w
a
s
.
nothing
much
.
t
o
.
lose,
.
i
n
.
the
days
.
o
f
.
me
.
a
n
d
.
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ way
.
b
a
c
k
.
then,
.
w
h
e
n
.
everyone
said
.
w
e
.
moved
.
t
o
o
.
soon . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ we
moved
.
t
o
o
.
soon . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
me
.
a
n
d
.
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
We
moved
.
t
o
o
.
soon . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
We
moved
.
t
o
o
.
soon . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
We
moved
.
t
o
o
.
soon . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
me
.
a
n
d
.
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
perhaps
.
i
t
.
was
–
–
all
.
t
o
o
.
true,
–
–
within
.
t
h
o
s
e
.
spinning
rooms,
.
.
o
f
.
.
flickering
hues
.
a
n
d
.
margarita
moons . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ perhaps
.
i
t
.
was
–
–
all
.
t
o
o
.
true . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
there
.
w
a
s
.
nothing
else
.
I
.
could
do . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
no
.
o
n
e
.
else
.
I
.
could
pursue . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ you
were
.
s
o
.
beautiful
.
i
n
.
your
youth.
Reflection: This was a forgotten but important romantic-themed poem I wrote back in December of 2018 in loving appreciation and memory of those special, wonderful people that I got to share such pleasant (and sometimes very passionate) times with. They added such warmth, color, beauty, and music to my life and to the living collage that is me – and today I am the result of all of those contributing parts and pieces (and more). And I cherish and appreciate each and every one of them.
So, yes, I’ve had some fun times and adventure in my life. 