With age comes wisdom, it's true, so make sure the wisdom you gain is worthwhile.
I thought my self immature till I had a baby. A baby is a sure way to mature oneself. So I had two more! And now that they are grown and mature, they call me immature!
It takes two to tango. It takes two to marry. It takes two to keep it going.
Treat words like grains of salt. Grab hold of them and learn, but allow some to slip through your hands.
And above all else....I give thanks to God....everyday!
All my poems and photos are copyrighted. Thank you to all who have left a comment.
3 comments:
Looks very inviting...
I'd love to.
ToOdLeS.
ps. Have a great day... and an awesome weekend.
Hi Vivian, I would love to come to the U.S to have coffee & poetry with you. Great photo, nice wee poetry corner.
Come one, come all!
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