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Flown Time |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State 
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I didn't notice as I went. I wasn't keeping score. Each new day in its sameness, was just like the one before. I thought there would be many more tomorrows in my glass. Using it improvidently, I idly let time pass. The mirror now reveals to me how older I have grown. I'd like to have them back again, those days I used to own. Now that future days are fewer, I try to crowd each one; a simple act of kindness here and there a bit of fun. Storing memories while I can, as each day passes on, will be the way to keep them still, when most of them have gone. By Joyce 3/23/2001 |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Joyce, EMILY: "It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed. ......Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it - every, every minute?" STAGE MANAGER: No. (Pause) The saints and poets, maybe, they do some." ...from Thornton Wilder's "Our Town". Bob |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
So poets are in good company, it seems. Thanks for the quote. Joyce [This message has been edited by Joyce Johnson (edited 03-24-2001).] |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Good writing Joyce! Betty Lou Hebert |
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