From the cradle to your dying breath
Let the love in your heart guide you
Save only the good and discard the rest
Don’t let the small troubles define you
Cry at the moon while you still can
For it just might be your last dance
Far too soon you could meet the end
And you will cry for one more chance
Smell the scent of morning glories
That hangs about the front porch wall
For what blooms the brightest in the spring
Is often the first to wither and die in the fall
Beautiful! Great advice, Jerry! For the young, and for the young-at-heart!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Thank you my friend.
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