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TME ON MY HANDS
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TME ON MY HANDS |
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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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TIME ON MY HANDS There are so many things to do And so little time to do them. The clock is relentless, Hands spinning ‘round Seeming to move swifter With each passing second. If I could recapture all I’ve let escape I would have a lifetime. Day and nights of nothingness Or were they? Daydreams and those in the dark, shared and secret, some coming true, but mostly, just dreams. Thoughts and bright ideas Racing through my mind. Things I knew I should do, but put off until tomorrow or forever. Love and feelings wasted (but, that can’t be) Love or a feeling can’t go to waste. Only never known or shown. The people I’ve met, The few I really knew, Some learned from, Some taught. All of those I’ve never met And never will. Who were they? I’ll never know. The countless times I have seen the moon and stars, the blazing sun in a blue cloudless sky and rainy days. The times I didn’t look or even draw back the curtain to reveal the wonder and beauty of the world. The smiles and laughter at times to be polite but usually genuine. The pain and tears that are always too genuine. The time on my hands I so boldly brush away, knowing full well that this might be my very last day. Del "Abe" Jones |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Love and feelings wasted (but, that can’t be) Love or a feeling can’t go to waste. Only never known or shown." So true. Time itself, doesn't diminish love. |
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