Childhood friends of yesteryear . . . sweet,
poignant memories . . . not to pick and choose,
but to live and re-live daily. Indeed, I do have
many wondrous memories from my childhood.
Obviously, that doesn't mean there aren't some
difficult ones as well . . . life in a nutshell, isn't
it?! A glorious evening spent with a childhood
friend, one I much admire and care for, helps
remind me who I wish to be when I grow up.
I can remember thinking, lo these many years
ago, that I would be all grown up by now. Alas,
'tis not to be. I've come to believe this growing
up nonsense goes right through to the bitter end.
Sooooo, may I continue to grow, and pray I do
so well!
thinking and praying
guess planning doesn't cut it
who will i become
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