Living and loving on edges of life, making
the most of every moment, instilling a
silence of purpose into each one.
Solemnly, I move forward, smiling interiorly
with a feeling of humor and letting it fill
me to overflowing.
Heart and soul standing on the porch of life,
looking out at all the wonderful pictures of
thoughts when younger.
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