as the sun sets and rises again
I am reminded of my father's words
'life goes quickly after 30'...
what an understatement that is,
at 53 I blink my eyes and another
day is gone, months fly buy like the
wind in April and flowers blooming
only to be gone before I stopped to
smell the sweet fragrance
time is of the essence.
1 comment:
soooooo true
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