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THE GIFT, by            
First Line: Once, long ago, a friend gave me a book
Last Line: Here soul meets soul, a precious golden store.


Once, long ago, a friend gave me a book
Of poems -- gems, the fruit of many minds;
I read them, thoughtless of the toil they took --
The words moved softly as a stream that winds.

But now I know the lines I glibly read
Perhaps were born of pain -- a broken heart;
Regret that followed with its stealthy tread --
The arrow of remorse with searching dart.

For wisdom comes with time's stern tutelage;
The years are keys, unlocking many a door;
And sometimes as I read mist blurs the page,
Here soul meets soul, a precious golden store.





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