Do me a favor. Life is too short, don’t take it for granted.
What do you think?
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us… And one fine morning — so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly, into the past.
Dedicated to all those lost souls in need of their own great flight! Do not fear that your wings don’t exist, like faith in anything, just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there, cher ami – dear friend. Love, Eleanor
Don’t look so closely at the lines Or examine too carefully the cracks intertwined The chips and shards I’ve earned
A rose inlaid perfectly, preserved for perpetuity In all its gracious glory Sealed in nature’s locket, a million years old
Dedicated to my special rose.
A Bit of a Biography
“Limits, like fears, are often just illusions.” – Michael Jordan
It was real…
What to do…what to do…
A poem of thoughtful brevity.