When they say that life is short it truly is quite sincere.
Yesteryears seem so near, until I add up the sum of years.
It seems with each new year another becomes yesteryear.
Just reflecting back and looking ahead doing the math inside of my head.
It’s nothing more and nothing less than the net worth of each year, all precious, the few, the many, to far and too near.
Move ahead, accepting life’s curves as they will come you can count on that each year. Can’t control them, can’t plan them, or steer clear.
A lesson learned, a lesson, taught, a lesson through the hour glass, like it or not.
No matter the goal, lost, obscured, achieved or surpassed. Some dreams like keepsakes locked up in a box. Some realized, some treasured, some forgotten now lost, all close to your heart as yesteryears do part.
There is nothing more precious…
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