My attempt at writing prose poetry. |
| Now, as I approach the winter years of my life, I ponder back upon all the memories gone by. Good memories, bad memories, and those in between. All having an impact on decisions that were made. Life changes on a day to day basis. What you believe today, may change when the sun rises tomorrow. Little pieces of life drifting through the Universe, each delivering to the mind a new idea, new perspective. Saying goodbye or saying hello until there is no more. And finally, time stands still. |