Passing time, the fabric of life;
in its undulating folds we live and die.
The pleasures and love that come with giving
of self and all that is precious, can fade into
the anguish of falling sands, and the untethered passage
of moments,
Choosing joy and happiness can provide
a stage on which to perform a life of grace;
choosing to accept the challenge of each stranger
is the path of least regret. Choosing Love,
changes the contours of the world, it is the wide vista
that brings the greatest sight,
a man in the comfort of his being
touching and being touched,
finding order in a random world.
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