Got An Hour Or Two? That's All

We All Yearn For What We Have Lost. But Sometimes, We Forget What We Have.

I Would Lying If I Said I Would Laugh In The Face Of Death.

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It. But Then I Concentrate On The Good Things Still In My Life. I Don't Allow Myself Any More Self-pity Than That. A Little Each Every Morning, A Few Tears, And That's All.

There Are Two Stories For Every Life; The One You Live & The One Others Tell

Love Like Rain, Can Nourish From Above, Drenching Couples With Soaking Joy. But Sometimes, Under The Angry Heat Of Life, Love Dries On The Surface And Must Nourish From Below, Tending To Its Roots, Keeping Itself Alive.