Feb 3, 2021

Eschatological moment's


 Waves sound loud as riding up shore....there is this boossieness 

Up to nine feet as they crash against prom......many walk like myself here,in very early hours.

Grateitude echos in my heart when near the sea...

Seasons end.. journey end...days begin...presently Moon and Sun appear in sky together

Little chatter....only bit of nature evident...first Crocuses.

Yellow tits.... Redbacks... Merlin's

Death

Death 

Don't mourn when my journey reaches its moment

Part of life ,the final period

Am l ready?

Unsure...
What will my legacy be?

Did l invest enough in others?

Have l spent my time in ways that are wise?

Did l kiss enough People.....well I tried


Did l play music loud enough...have l been with excluded enough...what movie should l have watched with others?

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Going places...

          Some people just don't        know how to be Kind.         Age doesn't season them,       time does not mellow Them.  Try ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"