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Over the dry residue of an ancient fossil trail,
molten shadows of desert wind wails in a distance.
Mirages rise behind a group of departed souls,
breezing over the frozen waves of quicksand.
Grandma passed yesterday smiling,
she was full of love, the tough kind.
I still see her smile fading into the window glass,
like an old memory of a twilight rain.
Grandpa passed a while ago,
he did translate an ancient bible,
the 'real' one, he used to say.
He had time only to do it once.
There is time to write one book,
only to tell just one great story.
There is only time for one good song
if one wants to sing the best one of all.
One can almost complete a great painting,
just enough time for one original poem,
make one good friend, gamble once,
and bloom once, all through that spring,
fall in love one time and kiss good bye,
eat a good meal, a memorable one,
fall down once and hit the rock bottom,
regain strength, learn to get up,
go to the beach and smell the salt in the air,
take one fresh breath and that ’s it!
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On his deathbed artist Edgar Degas said,
“Damn…and just when I was starting to get the hang of it!”
photo: 'Frozen wind' /Texas plains /sebastian©2008
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