The Way of Us
Yesterday, we were larger than life itself ..
Today though, we are now gone
and tomorrow shall become, just another memory ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Amazing write
You are far too generous .. but I thank you regardless .. Neville
You're welcome
It's a hard one to like, but I liked it.
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How was it tomorrow? Eh? I'm confused of what say it is. lol.
some things never change .. do they regardless of the days ..
The illusion of life is memory, without it we simply "are". This one hits a special spot, deeply felt. Great verse my friend!
If I even got close to that special spot Bella then I consider my job extra well done .. bless you & hope you are now fully, or as near as damit recovered .. your mate ME 🙂
Thank you so much dear Nev. After ENT and Neurologist visits, and some really good meds, I feel I'm on the mend. You take care!
I liked this short write...memories are wonderful things too..
they are what keep me going when the going gets tough .. thank you Christina .. tis good to see you here, hope all is well with you and yours and you will maybe linger .. Neville
Wonderful words of wisdom N. Hindsight is always enlightening. 👍
Bless you brother, I owe ya .. 👍
Nothing owed Bro, friendship has its benefits. 🫂
Someone's past, present, and future summed up in three lines. From full, to empty, to remembered. Insightful and wise. Much enjoyed. - Phil A.
you got it .. so good to see .. neville 🙂
I'm a nothing speck in eternity or infinity. Unremembered, unremarkable. But I've largely enjoyed this sliver of experience.
Thanks for this provocation, Neville.....
Thank you Dave. Aren't we so very lucky eh' .. I know I am blessed & just want to share a bit of it .. Neville
And you did. Pity we don't know why.... but I'm afraid that's the nature of the beast...We're here because we're here....
You create a mood here. Excellent work.
Thank you Thomas, believe me, I do try .. Neville
Super words Neville.
Andy
and I'm feeling super spoilt this fine mane .. thank you Andy
In time we are a mote of dust, a pin prick in an ocean sky.
While we are here we are memory builders. If we are lucky some of those may remain after we have left this plane. A short poem which is brimful of wisdom and meaning.
You are of course absolutely write. Thank you kindly Cassie.
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