Driving, I thought
Of life and death
How some folks live more
In only a handful of years
Than some who barely scratch
Life’s surface after decade upon decade
Of blood coursing through veins
A heart beating, lungs expanding,
Going through the motions
But that’s not living.
That’s marking time.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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So true. I think I’m one of those that is perhaps just marking time…
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There were times in my life when that was true for me. At least that’s how it felt. The good thing is, we can start right now, to really live.
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Indeed it is. I know quite a few folks like that. I aye want to shake them when i think of those who were done too soon.
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I always think of Charlie and the chocolate factory. The grandparents in bed for no reason.
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yeah. Gotta learn to dance in the rain.
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Certainly!
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This is why it’s so important to live every moment!
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Amen. Not a single second is guaranteed.
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That was well written, hope everyone home is doing well including your cat Leslie!
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Thank you! We’re good. The cat’s crazy.
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Leslie, I love this. It really is my kind of free verse poem. I might want to use it for my end of life Memorial Service. It pushes me to live large.
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Thank you! I wrote it in my head on my way home from being with Janice and Guy. Shawn LIVED. It was so obvious.
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