Pondering

Anticipation of events never to occurs

How rare it is for expectations to be met

Trust given then never given again

Pain leaving wounds deep enough for infection

Infected wounds leaving horrid scars

A life lived without ever really living

Embracing death with a prayer filled with regret

Sunshine through a window, early morning

Rolling over and holding Love

Travel enlightens the small minded

Just a speck in this universe

God is a tree, a rock, a steam not religion

Bringing life into a world where residency is never promised

Planting seeds watching them grow

The wonders of life and mortality

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