A poem for Alice
by Tom Horton
In the morning of our lives
we view the world
with hopeful eyes
to be a prince, to be a king
some to wish for such a dream.
At noon,
we learn to trust and love
of all the treasures from above
faith, hope, and charity combine
with friends and family.
In the twilight of our lives
we welcome night
with smiling eyes
we know that when the night is done
our love returns with the morning sun.
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