The lamp light is getting dim,
And my days are growing shorter.
But the ocean is always full
For those who come after.
There are some hurts you feel,
But they soon are lost in time.
Life is for the living, has been said;
Probably by poets , now long gone.
Sieze the day, grasp its slippery hands.
You control your destiny.
Let no one steal it away.
Live, though it ends tomorrow.
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Ron
every moment of life is precious...but this very moment is all we have...
age softens the hurts, but each day is a new opportunity to live life to its fullest!
Diana...
Kathy J Parenteau
Love ya!
Jane