Do You Believe

by

David S. Ullery

Do you believe,

That if I leave,

And go into another room,

That I will find,

As I look behind,

The handle of a broom?

Could we perceive,

Life’s treasures we leave,

And the people who leave us too soon,

That when we are kind,

As we  sweep the dirt behind,

The memories still have some room?

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