So very short; the precious gift of time. There are days I’m sure we’d each like a rewind. To a special memory or words left unsaid. Get them out while you can. Don’t leave them in your head. Our time here on earth is short. You just never know how precious it truly is. Until you come to the word that is all His. Our time while we’re here is to be used wisely; we don’t often get this right of this too I’m guilty. You just don’t know when you’re time here will be through; so never go to bed angry; be sure to say your I love yous.
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GenXer Sharon 🙏🍀 (
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I enjoy your writing.
Thank you friendship
A fine write GS. I'm naughty. I say 'I love that botox, KP - so I can't see the real you!' heehee. She did not have any one day - frightened the life out of me, it did. lol. 'Behave' Fido says to me.
Be good Orchiee! Lol
We never know what life holds in store and this poem speaks of God being the one to trust. Well done
Thank you my friend
You are most welcome
Sharon, this carries such heartfelt sincerity…a gentle reminder wrapped in lived wisdom. “Don’t leave them in your head” especially struck me tonight. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thank you Tristan. Well appreciated
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