The Measure of a Single Year
The making
of a single year
these days,
means nothing ..
No matter
how measured
or filled ..
Nor whether
by heartbeats,
by breaths,
or by tears
or individual
fallen leaves ..
The length
of a single year
these days
means nothing ..
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Hustle and bustle. I personally appreciate every day some are harder than others and some are simply wonderful. β€οΈ
My guess is its the same all over.. thank you Teddy β€οΈ
Every breath, every touch, all the kisses and the hugs!! Hard times, troubles, work and all...a lapse in time, an hour lost! The length means nothing...so we're told....but every moment....IS gold!! πππ Just saying! πππππ
how cool is that .. thank you LIZ .. just respondin π
That means next year I got an extra day with KP in leap year. Argghh! I won't survive it. lol.
I hear hunting season is only just around the corner .. this time next year you could find yourself skinned and turned into a muff or something
Or will it be an Uffff? And what is that? Will I swoon if you tell me?! lol.
No, it means nothing
or is it
Yes, it means nothing
If I canβt even phrase it
It must mean NOTHING
You son β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦.
My brain is already scrambled!!!!
..................... what about maybe perhaps .. cheers regardless .. Neville
Someone once said, I think it was me, that, "The only good year is the one in Yearning," for it gives tomorrow a reason to exist.
Your poem says, "The making," and "The length of a single year mean nothing." This is true as it is with all of time, what you do with it is all that matters. Loved this one. - Phil A.
Bang on target as ever Phil and whoever it was who said that and I wouldn't be surprised if it was you sir was bang on too .. Cheers my friend .. Neville
So very true Neville and the older I get the shorter the years seem to become.
Andy
Ha .. be sure you aint the only one .. Cheers Andy .. Neville
I measure it in blinks
makes it easier to understand
how I time-travelled
from one to the next
forgetting where all the Time went
in-between...
still that great Scottish poem being sang
by the world, while holding hands
will never get old
(to me, at least)
If you get this reply brother Mek then someone is smiling down on me besides you my friend .. thanking you is long overdue but sincere .. Neville
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