"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Will you ever reach Bora?

Friday, June 21, 2019



In less than a year I'll be 50 —
That means absolutely nothing
To somebody else, but it does to me:
I'll be obsolete soon,
A burden that I can't carry,
An ugliness that can bear no fruit.
In less than a year the ground on which I walk
Will feel different and laughter will fill the air with
A joke that no one gets but me,
Silly me who hates that victim card,
But what do you do when time is running out
And no one will remember you but you—
Until you don't?

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