The sand of a lifetime at first slipping by slowly, barely noticeable.
As days become years the speed of passing seemingly increases.
Day after day until there are a precious few.
When the last grain drops does living end?
Look at the hourglass,
The sand that is living is still there but it is now at the bottom.
Not one grain has been lost.
Needing only to be turned over to begin again.?
mr mel
So powerful…such beauty in those lines! 💚
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Thank you Roda, I am a good listener.⚘❤
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So deep. I think I’m in the process of being turned over to begin again.
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Thank you Karen. It is in the depth that the answer lies. We are all in the process, it is understanding that it is a process. Understanding this is freedom.❤️🌹
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Never thought about it this way. But it makes so much sense. Deep!
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Thanks Karen. 😉🌼💐
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Interesting thought! A bit like reincarnation, a bit like remembering to let nostalgia and memories be our guide to what was and still is … Lovely.
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Wonderful comment, let the thought be your guide.🌷⚘🌷
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Very nice your words. 😀
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Thank you Itanamara for commenting.🌷
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Deeply profound … beautifully written … the imagery vivid … the possibilities endless and real. thanks, Mel … jan
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Thank you Jan. The possibilities are unlimited.💐😘
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You always give me food for thought. If you knew a little better you would know just how much I like food and how much respect thought. Best of both worlds here, my friend! ❤️s
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Linda, food for thought or a thought of food, what ever makes you happy.🌹💐❤️❤️❤️
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🐉 ❤️ 🐉 ❤️ 🐉
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The poem gives a really strong message. Well done, Mel. Loved this one very much!
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Thank you sakshi. Where have you been my dear?🌹💐😘
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I just needed a break from social media. I hope you’re doing great!
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