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New York Reflections By Fr. Jun Villanueva

REMINISCENCE


When I was young
I believed that  oceans
Have no memories
Only waves.

When I was young
I saw the trees
And the falling leaves
But not the shadows.

I saw the wrinkles
But not the worries
The body
But not the heart
When I was young.

Suddenly
When many years
Creep inevitably beneath  a tired foot
And an aching shoulder
You will see
The memories of the ocean
The shadows of the trees
The heart of a traveler
And the spirit of a dream.



November 9





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