Set aside your fight ,
Forget about your might,
Can you see the fading light ?
Nothing now appears bright.
Yes,     you are right !
Everything's out of sight.
So, Please keep quiet ;
Kindly go to bed, Good night.

The end of anything comes rather easy,
Time is not like a clock, time is freaky.
The sun does not come and go,
The moon does not come and go.
I doubt of the true shape of the sun,
Thinking about eternity is not fun,
And the moon and the earth are not round;
They are shapeless. We are bound
To fail exponentially and to succeed moderately.
Time never leaves, time is funny,
Unlike the clock, it follows a straight line,
Never stops, never breaks and is always fine.
Death is the end of the retirement,
It is the beginning of a new testament.
The end of something is the beginning of another,
Should we remember how many times
That the child has been a sophomore, a senior?
At birth, we were reminded by countless chimes
Of life, that there is an end to everything,
And there is always a new beginning.
The constant ending of matters sends the wrong message,
Always remember that life is a passage.
We move on from one state to another,
It is mind-boggling that we’re always thinking about the future.

If I was conceived on a certain day
Then this is who I am!

So...

What's the Sun, What's the Sun, What's the Sun got to do with it?


Ha!  Ja!

DLR & other Deep Thinkers in a Galaxy near YOU
30.12.2024
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P.S. Happy Moment/s and/or 20-25 to YOU-ME-WE-BE

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Santa is having quite a night,
His GPS has lost satellite,
While Mrs. Claus tracks him on her app,
Sending texts like "Update your map!"

Mrs. Claus also monitors his fitness stats,
No more cookies and that is that!
Just carrot smoothies and protein shakes,
For all those brief rooftop breaks.

Through modern chimneys, sleek and slim,
Santa barely fits his jolly girth within,
Quietly squeezing through with care,
And tiptoeing softly on the stairs!

Past security systems he must creep,
Around motion sensors, he must sneak,
While surveillance cameras try to track his path,
He must outsmart home securities wrath!

The pets he meets are tech-savvy too,
With GPS collars, bright and new,
But Santa's got some tricks to share:
Premium treats and toys to spare!

Now Santa must be very quiet,
To avoid causing a townwide riot,
With no more "** ** **'s” when in flight,
Instead, he whispers
“Merry Christmas all, and to all a good night!”

©️Lizzie Bevis

The stockings were hung,
but they fell off the wall,
The tree was so crooked,
it threatened to fall.
The cookies for Santa
got burnt to a crisp,
and Grandpa was snoring
with quite a loud lisp.

The cat ate the tinsel
and their whiskers did glow,
while reindeer-shaped lights
blinked sporadic and slow.
The wrapping paper ran out
halfway through,
so presents got covered
in the old Daily News.

But Christmas still came
with its usual cheer,
despite all the chaos
and Dad's missing beard.
For love and good spirits
cannot be undone,
by festive mishaps
and misguided fun.

©️Lizzie Bevis