We hold within our hearts,
old recipes so rare.
One's that don't come out of books,
and can, quite easily tear.
You can tell your friends about them
and some will understand,
but other's try to banish pain.
then vanish from the land.
If you mix the herbs of love,
life becomes easier to bear.
Then talk about your problem,
which is so much nicer to share.
So why let there be despair,
when trouble comes your way.
The heart folds in fine ingredients,
and helps you though the day.
So then if you can remember,
to flavour life with ease.
You have only got to search your mind
For life's old recipes.

sylvia spencer

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