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Mar 2022
Timeless Turnstile

Beginning as one united coming or going using a single door

Plans playing out always solved with little doubt

Plenty of passion divided equally, the other familiar face means most issues a minor chore

Another figure adds more rigor as households grow, extra weight not too great, remaining attached to the commitment still devout

Singles slowly separating, unknowing we stop growing, once common ground becoming a hidden topic to explore

Day to day we still play but with an ever-increasing price to pay, going from a one-way slow lane into a faster double roundabout

Finding a meeting place on middle ground harder and harder to be found, passion lost viewing another with a blink or nod makes them easier to ignore

Knowing this ceaseless hurry is ending our relationship in a flurry, finding times balance will repair romance no longer lost under times shroud R.C.
Done on a prompt, from the thought of  "We’re in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it’s all gone"
I reflected on a time in life when we thought this was happening to us when married and took time each day to reflect as a family! Thank you for reading. your thoughts are helpful,Peace Takes practice. Rick
wichitarick
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wichitarick  wichita Kansas
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