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Sep 30
That old clock is ticking away,
the days bleed on one into another,
mostly all the same, nothing much
new to report here. I do what I can,
what my aged body will allow.
A limited return on my investment
I guess, but still finding little joys
that sustain me, mostly given up
on big dreams and illusions, anyway
being rich and famous was never on
my wish list agenda, all in all it's been
a very good run, with strong family
love given and received, our linage
prospers and continues, that is after
all the only real reason any of us, man
bird or beast were put on this earth.

To believe otherwise is but a
human delusion that in the end
matters not in the least.
I believe that wishes and dreams are
a good thing, maybe essential they
inspire and are part of our maturation.
In the end with or without them reality
transcends all. We don't really direct our
lives, life directs us.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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