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I’ve had my moments
when the touch of my hand turns
everything gold

I’ve had my moments
when I choke back a whimper
just lonesome and cold

I didn't shape the
century but I did have
a warm hand to hold

I cannot boast a
war like Helen, but at times
behaved brash and bold

I sit now with my
peppermint tea in hand, and
watch it's steam unfold

It swims a while
then disappears, just like my
story, still untold