As the flowers in the fields grow, so grow the years, days, hours, moments of my life. Each day I take out a day of my allotted ones on this earth. And I've already used up so many - Uselessly, trying to get it. But what am I trying to get? Am I trying to get ahead? But trying to get ahead of what? Ahead of or outrun? I wonder. Some of the days were filled with silt. Others with pure gold. Joy, laughter, fun. Now at this time in the later days of my life, I try to make each day I take out of my jar of days - A day that matters. Make this a day that matters in your life! God bless.
"All the characters who have housed my stories now have permanent apartments in my head - I still have tea with them." bw