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Reflections
Contributed by
stoney1
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Wednesday, 12th August 2009 @ 05:24:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Why does each generation
waste their precious hours of youth?
Oh! If we had only known...
It's as if while standing still,
time has slipped past us like a wisp of smoke
And we've scarcely given it a thought
'til, in dismay, we look back
o'er the receding years
With the dawning realization
that most of our lives has already been lived,
And the final abyss draws ever near...
Stoney1 Aug '09
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2009-08-12 17:24:17]
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Re: Reflections
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by Jenni_K on
Wednesday, 12th August 2009 @ 06:18:44 PM AEST
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Why indeed!! I just turned 53 and I'm already reflecting on my past.... and what few years I may have left.
Thanks for sharing this. .
Jenni |
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Re: Reflections
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by Daylynn_Van_Wyk on
Wednesday, 12th August 2009 @ 11:50:36 PM AEST
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| Thanx 4 the wake up call, i been standing still for a while now...and wow i bet blowing candles at 66 must feel lyk an olympic sport lol, hehe jus joking, oh enjoy ya birthday sir/madam:) |
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