Leave the old, begin the new,
That's the only thing to do.
The past is past, the future unknown,
Always remember, you are never alone.
The seeds you planted in love have grown;
Reap the harvest of what you have sown.
Store some golden grain away,
Keep some for a rainy day,
And all you?ve left, give away.
This is all you have to do, to find it will return to you;
All the richer for the ?Giving?
That?s another name for ?Living?
© Elizabeth Anderson 1969
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