For everything we do in our lives, there will one day come a Last Time. 🦢
I'm not sure why but it seems I'm more aware of Last Times than most people.
So many have come, long before I expected them. 😞

🤡: Nothing turned out quite like I expected.
I didn't expect my dreams to crash and burn the way they did.
I didn't expect to be betrayed by people I trusted.
I had hoped there might be someone who would understand me
and appreciate my artistic endeavors.
I didn't expect there would be no one who cared.
(How bright my frail deeds might have danced in a green bay.)
I had hoped to do some travelling after I retired.
I didn't expect I'd have no one to go with me.
And, most of all, I didn't expect my love life to end so soon.
I had believed it would last forever.
I think I'm ready to die now.
Sometimes I feel like I'm already dead.
I've done my best to explain my pain and disappointment here
but no one will read any of it 'til after I'm gone.
I hope someone will be interested then.


"I put flowers on Algernons grave about once a week. Mrs. Flynn thinks Im crazy
to put flowers on a mouses grave but I told her that Algernon was special."