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Do saol, do turas.*


Along the beach of life

You’ll come across

Precious diamonds.


Sometimes the silver

Edges of your world

Will cast you sparkle,


Reach and pick them up,

Hold onto each one –

These are golden treasures.


Grasp glitter when it comes,

Time’s tide is fickle

And fleeting fortune fades.



This poem was inspired by the generosity of my special Irish friends.  Thank you, girls.


* Irish: your journey, your life.


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