This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Faster

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(My fil passed away yesterday. May his suffering be at an end. May all suffering end.)

To be alive is precious.
We are all counting our days.
while all too quickly
They are slipping away.

It comes faster than you know.
so go out and enjoy that snow,
Before it melts and is all gone.
It shan’t be very long.

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