..... don't want tears. If you can't
shed them while I am alive, they
will not mean a thing to me when I
am gone. What use are they to
the dead? Watering my headstone
with regret will not bring me back.
Cry with me while you still have the
chance: tomorrow may be too late.
You are right you know. Yet I have seen it countless times, the people crying, wishing they would have done things differently, regret as you say. Why didn't they think of it sooner....
I'm not big on tears, Karla (except at Redskin football games),
but I'll join in the chorus of the many when they tune up to cry
for you -- though I think we'd rather collaborate on a community
hug and a wet kiss or two. But don't go anywhere. -gene.
Karla, you aren't allowed to come to my dark side, yours are of storming emotions, love flashing like lightning, cloudless skies and hate cooling rains, but never, ever, to roam among my tombstones.
But the poem is awesome!
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Hugs & Love
Dale
Be always safe,
Karen
stan
hugs
Fee
Ah, the power of simple truth. Good catch!
B
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
but I'll join in the chorus of the many when they tune up to cry
for you -- though I think we'd rather collaborate on a community
hug and a wet kiss or two. But don't go anywhere. -gene.
Love and Hugs from your friend in Toronto Canada,
Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
LOVE the picture; beautiful!
But the poem is awesome!
Georg
to you all I can say
is I'll cry with you and kiss a tear away
Peace & Love be with you
William
In Christs Love
Michelle~