Wednesday, January 4, 2012

hither, thither and james robert

Sometimes we're too busy living
to recognize an obvious gift;
sent from above, through an act of love,
to provide a much needed lift. 

Sometimes the past or the future
keeps us out of the present tense.
Instead of counting our blessings,
we count sheep jumping a fence.

Sometimes we forget we're all renters
who will soon be moving on.
Some to hither, some to thither,
and the rest i suppose to yon!


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