Regret waltzed in with a raw and damp handshake.
At first, her grip felt like a lucky break.
She then whispered in my ear…
“I am here for you!”
Her voice serenely caustic.
If I had continued to hold her hand there would be mistakes…that could never stop.
Regret walked in and shook my hand.
She left me disappointed…like a friendship…I could never understand.
Looking well within the glass…my motives have not become clear. My thoughts languishing in all the abstract. Scents often replaced with sense.
Reaching down to the bottom of a forbidden well. I cannot abhor the green and their backs. My thoughts have for the moment been more prudent…less abstract.
No matter the abandoned luxury…I find myself leering at the mechanical trinkets that detract.
Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart
To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you twice, it is your fault
Great minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.
He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses a friend, loses much more;
He who loses faith, loses all.
Beautiful old people are works of art.
Learn from the mistakes of others
You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.
Friends, you and me … You brought another friend …
And, we started our group … our circle of friends …
And, like a circle … there is no beginning or end …
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
I wake and see her everyday. I do not tire of this. As her movements emblazoned themselves in my memories. All that is around me? Unimportant.
I have told my wife so often…I love you. Soon, I love you, becomes commonplace and ill-fitting. What is more fitting? She is my life! For living would hold no charm without her in it.
“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”
― Kahlil Gibran