There should be a last time
As there is a first
My tiny wisdom dares say
I find no end to this unrest
The afternoon was complete
It began on purpose
But the sun went down
Bringing a sleepless clear night
And I dared say
This getting old is getting familiar
It matches
As a flower to spring
And the odds go
And so do
The losses.
Image: lady of the limbs, silence by Shyra Oker-Teed
[My dear friends I do not expect you to comment or even read... I just need to blog, post stuff, dare... My busy life at the moment does not allow me to visit all or any of you. May I say how sorry I am for that... Hoping to catch up one day soon.
Thanks for your sympathy and empathy :-/
Cheers]