take this and jell it as remembered light
one simple gesture laughing at a joke
in middle afternoon and at one stroke
you've got it down and kept it in plain sight
when all the other moments take their flight
or disappear behind the darkest cloak
of all forgetting where the world is broke
but yet we act to make things come out right
vision is sure and clear when you are young
so slow to fade but still the edges pale
we can't recall the colour of the stone
on the south wall nor where the laundry hung
long years have passed and recollections fail
still there is crystal fire within the bone
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