Time goes and steals our lives Leaving us shaking our heads in the dust Left behind in its wake of childhood, School-yards, partners, lovers, children, loss and love.
Left to introspection sidetracked for years The dust settles, sight is clear, if chosen, Paths cross or separate or veer off to the unexpected We say, "Well, I never!" Or, "Wouldn't've believed it!"
And there we go...filling up or in time, Making our own dust devils, feeling alive again Dancing, crying, building up, pulling down Opening up, closing up, and moseying along.
(So rusty! Just a few fragments. I'll have to get up to speed. You fellahs are doing so great!)