40 More
Time like an eciples one minute it's there then it's gone. At 20 you think you have it all, at 40 it seems life has gone. You find yourself wondering just were did the time go. Juggling time like a clown juggles balls watching as they all come crashing down. Trying desperately to pick them up where they fall. Realizing that time is gone, finding peace where there was none. Looking forward to 40 more.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Your Lips | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| When you believe | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| 40 More | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Poebias | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| 21 Years Ago | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| A Mist of Blue | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| The best lover there could be | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| A mother's cry | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| Hidden Place | 1 | 07/16/2009 |
| I can promise you | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| The Blues | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| God's Blessing's | 1 | 07/16/2009 |
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