Every day is like the last.
Where little things get blown out of proportion
And big things get swept under the rug.
Where we get to live another day
Or die and finally escape.
When in reality we secretly pray –
No more, no more.
Where is the surprise?
They say life is bliss . . . .
©2012 Sara Coslett
Continued success
Barbara J Henry
God Bless You,
Deborah
Well, I have had many adventures since we last spoke. I’ve been at death’s door twice, surprising how great the temptation is to resign yourself too it.
However, something inside kept fighting on, I guess you will too.
We,just need to keep taking the tablets.
Mor.
Ron
budd
Regis
Mark
and some whine about it.
Others ask only for the strength
to make it to the end.
You will make it, Sara ~
You will make it.