you shouldn’t go backward
on these roads
of life
just forward
regardless of potholes
toward whatever future
lies ahead
you shouldn’t go backward
on these roads
of life
just forward
regardless of potholes
toward whatever future
lies ahead
ab ovo usque ad mala
In making of a castle on the cloud.
La vita è un’enorme tela: rovescia su di essa tutti i colori che puoi (Danny Kaye)
Poetry Whispers In a Pulchritudinous Dialect
...words and images from England's green and pleasant land...
Know the lived
Photos are NOT mine. Credits goes to their respective owners.If I didn't credit the photo SORRY, that means I couldn't find the owner...❤ My life is my choice! I'm going to live how I want. Good vibes only.
Crafting, Cooking & Journalling through Life
la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Here, Now and Somewhere else
Moda-Creative thinking
Lucania la mia ragione di vita
Deal with the faults of others as gently as your own.
The magic is in the mystery.
Daily wind
Welcome to my world
I suspect we have little choice…
There’s always choice. We just might not like what it is.
Seems you dipped into a past poem to reemphasize your focus on the future. Not sure what to think of that. Irony is compelling but more to my liking is the notion that time has no meaning. The thought that you can’t go back contradicts the reality that it’s all now of a piece. Even the step into a future is embedded in the past as if we knew all along that step was there. In its simplest form, every year we live through the day we will die. Just because we are unaware doesn’t make it untrue.
I like your old poem btw. Complicated rambling poem but it seemed true.
Yes, I did and I don’t disagree with you. It’s just that this was prompted by the death of a friend here and I thought those lines appropriate for that reason.
Oh, sorry. I lost my mom in January so … I really am sorry along with you. Please excuse my impossibly long comment. I do go on sometimes
It’s okay and sorry about the loss of your mother. Mine went in January, too, but years ago. Your loss is freah still. So sorry.
Just what I needed to hear… many thanks
Glad you like it.