Monthly Archives: November 2015

Get on.

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For as long as the leaves have been scattered on the ground
I’ve felt alone,
but I’m never alone.
For as long as the days have been too short,
the sun’s been going to bed too early,
I’ve been disheartened,
but I know my heart isn’t empty.

We’ve got the days,
we’ve got the moments,
the glimmers of pure joy,
the sparkling blinding bright sun low in the sky between the grace trees.
We are grateful beings.
We are just trying to get by,
like everyone else.

What if we were like the falling leaves,
what if every season when the chill comes into the air,
when late summer has kissed you goodbye softly on the cheek,
we turned colors, we aged, we turned gray, we wrinkled, and we fell to the ground.
What would our lives be like then, short and more definite.
How differently would we live, knowing the end of our days
was falling upon us soon.

We’ve got to move on
we’ve got to get on
we’ve got to live.

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