our lives are built
on time borrowed.
that goes by too fast,
and ends sorrowed.
we have no control
over the hands that move,
so we avoid potholes,
by staying in the groove.
we dodge we jump
we walk we run,
we negotiate
when our game is done.
but negotiations always fail
as we are not the authors
of our own tales.
Monday, February 8, 2010
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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