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will come a time
when it won’t matter
what I wrote –
stories
given place
with another
my name
a distant musing
words where there
are none
what solace found
beyond the reach of soul
it won’t matter
how I loved
or how deeply I endeared
the colors
of each season
the taste of cappucine
it won’t matter
where I found you –
or where we were
when first
we knew
it won’t matter
that my laughter
carried more
than all my tears
that my song
has found its rhythm
in the rain
. . .
tornadoday 
Beautiful ❤
thank you for your kindness, my friend………..
Wonderfully worked out poem!
Liebe Grüße zur Nacht vom Lu
Or, perhaps, what you do, do, will matter! 🙂
I would love to think so, my friend – so that I live beyond this life 💜💜
It will always matter, Bobbie. Maybe not to anyone you know, but always to someone who knows you…., it will matter. …………………………………..x0