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They come and go
It's sad that people can come and go from your life as they please.
It seems to be normalized like the leaves falling from the trees.
As each winter passes new leaves bloom.
After awhile there will be no more room for the leaves you once knew.
It seems to be normalized like the leaves falling from the trees.
As each winter passes new leaves bloom.
After awhile there will be no more room for the leaves you once knew.
Published 18th Jul 2021
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18th Jul 2021 11:20pm
If people just leave, then they are not really worth it, are they? Those that matter are those who stay. Of course, in a sad manner, we do live in a ''throw away'' society, in a world of Internet where things (and people) come and go with a touch of a button. Not easy to find the proper anchors sometimes. regrds, Robert.
19th Jul 2021 5:22am
Dear M,
Such thoughtful reflection. I got to thinking about this and realized there were only a couple of folks I miss that have filtered through my sphere. But maybe you shouldn’t hinge too much from this thinking as my memory is getting…I already forgot what I was saying🙄
This is a lovely sentimental poem that really hits the nail head when we ponder how many people pass through. H🌷
Such thoughtful reflection. I got to thinking about this and realized there were only a couple of folks I miss that have filtered through my sphere. But maybe you shouldn’t hinge too much from this thinking as my memory is getting…I already forgot what I was saying🙄
This is a lovely sentimental poem that really hits the nail head when we ponder how many people pass through. H🌷
