As we age we realize that time is our enemy. The body rapidly grows weak, the mind leaks information like a whole in a bucket seeping out slowly. Names escape your mind while wrinkles like crows feet show up on your face saying hello.
Memories are blowing in the wind. My family and friends who have passed on haunt me of whats to come "the end". Like petals on a flower one by one blowing away in the wind a vague memory.
Life is fragile and like a vapor in the wind.
~ Vera
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