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Polly Miera April 28, 1923 ¯ May 18, 1996 Life can be a little weary In our graying years of time ¯ When the many loves we cherished Are but memories of mind; Growing burdens bear upon us That deny our joys of old And each Summer in its passing ¯Seems to be a bit more cold. It is also a time of heartache, If one has to live, alone; Days and nights of empty treasures ¯Willed to empty hearts and home; Silent fears and silent worries Add their griefs, for us to bear, And we find our only comfort Is with God, in quiet prayer. You are loved forever and we miss you, Your husband and family.
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