The man who views the world at fifty the same as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life. ~Muhammad Ali
Imagine that.
Live in today with an eye to the future. Try as hard as you might not to cry over Loves that you've misplaced.
Love never ends....although I suppose that its Object changes shape.
Can you tell? You're probably going to suffer some poetry tonite. Maybe. Maybe I'll go out for coffee instead.
Hmmm, We're all still here, waiting.
Wollf
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i don't even want to think about the number of years i've managed to waste....[sigh]
poetry is good....cinquain poem just for u
coffee
can burn your tongue
be sure to add ice cubes
then sit back, sip, and enjoy
i'm howling now....... with laughter; can u hear me?!
Never
Never Weasels
They always bite
Choose One that's right
Ever.
But, I probably screwed it up, Cinquain is the most difficult.
Nice poem, "Drums"
Wollf
Oh....and yes Lady, I can hear the laughter up here in the Newbury Park.
Keep it down, old folks are trying to sleep.
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