As I gaze upon the horizon Where my Fate waits for me, My mind gently browses the past That which has become a memory. I grew up on a farm Ohhhhhh, the dreams had I, To save the world from the dragons Once, as a Marine, I did try. I once loved and lost Suffered a broken heart, they say But now the heart has mended As love managed to find a way. With my hands I helped build a nation Now the back is tired and sore, But no white flag of surrender here With a heart of dreams to do much more. There were those by whom I were scorned As I ventured down life's highway, They ridiculed and condemned As I lived and loved life my way. Of the life I lived, I have no regrets Would not change a thing, I must confess, And I will continue to be me As I venture down the path of happiness. As my mortal clock starts to wind down One wonders, is there another life for me, For now, I must close, and seek out Fate For Fate has the answer, Fate is the key. (Larry "Dutch" Woller)As Edith Piaf once sang; Non, je n’ai aucun regret (No, I have no regrets ) … 🙂 Hello Diary, Change is taken place here on the path, bringing in the new (phone)..
But we are not getting rid of the old, for it too has a place… 🙂
Technology aside for the moment, it is a Sunday morning and time for tea, mediation and contemplating the tomorrows… 🙂
A peaceful Sunday Morning, watching the sunrise Thoughts abound, whiled sipping a spot of tea, While taking in Nature's outdoor portrait Contemplating, on what Fate may have in store for me. Change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds The door is slowly closing on past history, With a new awakening with the mind and heart But the future is still shrouded in mystery. With freedom of being different, in many ways No social shackles do this mortal wear, Do welcome change with open mind and heart No fear, no worry or dread do I bear. Does change stop at mortal death, one wonders Or does it go on forever and ever, Will I ask the same at another time and place Somewhere past the 12th of Never?. Will my thought and spirit continue When, as in all things, time comes to an end, Or does all things cease to be when To the grave, the mortal body Fate does send. Alas, but must deal with the present, this Sunday So now will store thoughts and musings yet to be told, For it is down the path least traveled I do venture To search and hopefully find, what life and Fate may behold.And at the end of the path lies the rainbow from where I will find my answers… 🙂 Alas, shall close for now “There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stopped the story.” (Frank Herbert), but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t’ rise…. 🙂 Ahhhhh, browsing through the memories, thanking those were the days!!.. 🙂