When I think of what
I used to do
I cry.
Walks by the river,
Fishing and catching a few,
Walking my big baby Samantha.
Life has changed.
Cancer is no joke.
It has dampened my spirit
But it hasn’t broken.
You don’t have to be a hero.
I never was and never will.
But I want to live,
To love as best I can
with those for whom I care;
With those with whom I share
what life has given.
January 16, 2023
poems for friends 
Beautiful. Thank you Harry.
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Oh Harry, I love this po
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(( Love ❤️ ))
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Thanks Harry — a deeply loving gift. Wanted to add a link to Edith Piaf’s version of “No Regrets”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoYHWgj1Gcs
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Living and loving with what life has given–not a bad recipe. We can all make use of that.
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Beautiful Harry
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Such a beautiful wistfulness here, Harry. So honest
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Thank you DB. Your feedback means a lot to me. Would love to see what you’ve written recently.
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