For HimA Poem by JenniferA tribute to a husband who reached the "not so-bad" 4-0.
Over the Hill
Time flies Dreams come and go And the world turns No matter what occurs. Children grow with excitement The grass grows with determination... And the sun still rises in the east. What was is just that Was. The past. What can be is the future Hope. Happiness. And the horizon. You are not over the hill, My Love, Only looking out from the top. Time to enjoy the setting sun, And oh, yeah, the fun in the future. © 2009 Jennifer |
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Added on July 5, 2009 |