Poems & Selections

Irish Blessing 08

May the saddest day of
your future be no worse
than the happiest day
of your past.

Author Unknown When I come to the end of my journey and I travel my last weary mile, just forget, if you can, that I ever frowned and remember only the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken; remember some good I have done. Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered and sometimes fell by the […]
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