Time flows away like water down the drain Life flows too yet without unseemly haste Not only down but up to live again Life goes on flows on never goes to waste Knowing no past nor future only now Its destination always here somehow
So much to live! Such promises to keep! May life through the dining room ceiling come And from the floor raise steps up to the stars
As feeling tingles back to rooms gone numb In new days more of Venus less of Mars May singing start where all was deaf and dumb Keyboards and drums and electric guitars Meaningful silence of study and sleep All things in season ripe and full and sweet Life over time and triumph past defeat
Our time is the relative measure of Life as we live it in the day-to-day Made up of things like hope and faith and love
The time of our lives never goes away Along the way somebody remembers That which is truly us is us to stay Decembers bear Mays which bear Decembers As life flows yet without unseemly haste Life goes on flows on never goes to waste
This line Steven I feel is the whole poem. There is so much truth in just this one line...but the whole poem is beautifully written and so poignantly true, that you should put this in a book of poems and publish it...
I'm sorry Steven that I haven't been around for a bit, but Chrissie is becoming more like a job than a labor of love. :P but it is almost, hopefully, finished. Giggle...
Keep writing dear brother, because you write beautifully from the soul. :P
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Beautiful! Life goes on. It goes in cycles but it goes on. Trees sleep for the winter to awaken again in the spring. They adorn the summer sky and turn the most beautiful array of colors in the fall.
Our life is like that if we only take time to notice.
Great Write,
God Bless,
Lew
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This line Steven I feel is the whole poem. There is so much truth in just this one line...but the whole poem is beautifully written and so poignantly true, that you should put this in a book of poems and publish it...
I'm sorry Steven that I haven't been around for a bit, but Chrissie is becoming more like a job than a labor of love. :P but it is almost, hopefully, finished. Giggle...
Keep writing dear brother, because you write beautifully from the soul. :P
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Love Tinka
Our life is like that if we only take time to notice.
Great Write,
God Bless,
Lew
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