after all these years,
a new note, bringing tears.
Someone wrote of a find,
asking one once in our sphere,
of an old saddle with your initials signed.
Reading of you, will now ride it, cherished dear.
We last only as long, thus I remind,
as our memories are held clear,
time moves on past lives that once shined.
A new note, sadness, a smile, tears
after all these years.
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