Drifting Time
Posted on October 5, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Time, so precious here and now in the winter of my life as I ponder what I’ve done and what I’ll leave behind
I hope that I’m remembered with love and gentle grace, not by the infinite number of lines now present on this face
Instead, I beg you see the beauty that lies within for in the end it’s all that you can take
And this I wish my dearest heart, the words left when I die
will offer you some small comfort, as the lonely days drift by
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Thank you!
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Autumn, maybe, but not winter.
I insist that about myself, as well, though I do have these same thoughts.
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I think we all do as we age. Thanks Ken.
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“In the winter of my life” <- how gorgeous!
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Beautiful thoughts.
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Thank you!
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Hi Linda thanks for sharing your words this week, so sad when you think of what we might leave behind….the lines on your face reminded me of a line from an old song, think of all the fun you had putting them there.
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Thank you Michael. Great advice!
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Oh, Linda!! This is so brilliantly wonderful!! Got me a little bit misty thinking of your words from my perspective too!! Awesome!!! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you Chuck. I’m so happy you enjoyed it.
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I surely did! It warmed my heart! It made my day!
xoxoxo
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Do Not Miss Linda’s poem – “DRIFTING TIME”
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Thank you. 🙏🏻
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