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To experience Life fully, one must first live One. I'm an SU Survivor, A Grandma, and I have a great Family. I love Giraffes, Van Gogh, playing games, having fun, and people with a good sense of humor.

Betty-Boop


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ENJOY THIS BEAUTIFUL WEEKEND
PRAY FOR ALL THOSE IN DIRE NEED
AND FOR THEIR FAMILIES
GODS' BLESSINGS TO EVERYONE !!













. . . . . . . . .SHADES OF WINTER.. . . . . . . . .
IT HAS ARRIVED HERE IN FULL FORCE !!




. . . . . . . .WISHING ALL MY SWEET FRIENDS HERE . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . A VERY HAPPY AND BLESSED NEW YEAR . . . . . . .
. . LET'S HOPE 2021 BRINGS HEALTH and PEACE TO ALL . .
. . . . . . .Good Bye 2020 . ."HAPPY - NEW - YEAR" 2021 . . . . .


Thanks Burl, for the poem. .xxx




Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

-Michel Legrand
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. . MERRY - CHRISTMAS - FRIENDS . .

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-- ENJOY THE UPCOMING HOLIDAYS

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. . . . . . . HAVE A BEAUTIFUL WEEKEND DEAR FRIENDS ~!!!~. . . .

LET'S ALL MAKE THE WORLD A SAFER AND BETTER PLACE ~!!!~

. .PRAYING FOR EVERYONE WHO HAS SUFFERED A LOSS ~!!!~







AWE. . . .ISN'T THIS ALL TOO TRUE. .




thanks to my friend, 01ylmz


I borrowed this from Reflections' wise, and wonderful site here !!

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? ……What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, … …not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .… … . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice …the things that you do.
And forever is losing … …… A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not … … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding … .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am … . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .… . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .… .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen … .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now …… a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty … ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now … . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide … And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .… . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other …. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children … . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me … . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … … . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .… young of their own.
And I think of the years … And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man … … .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age … … . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone … where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again … . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys … . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living … … . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few …. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact … that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .… . .… open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer … . see .. .…. …. . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!



. . . . . . . . .Y I K E S . . . . . . . .
LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE ME.
. . At least Burl thinks so~!!!~. . .



~♥♥~FISHING - IN - THE - MOONLIGHT~♥♥~

thanks 01. .xxx





I just had to snitch this one. .
. .Thanks Rod and Burl. . .
I have no idea who wrote this, but it is wonderful

It was March 2020 ...
The streets were empty, the shops closed, people couldn't get out.
But spring did not know, and the flowers began to bloom, the sun shone, the birds sang, the swallows would soon arrive, the sky was blue, the morning arrived early.
It was March 2020 ...
Young people had to study online, and find occupations at home, people could no longer go shopping, or go to the hairdresser. Soon there would be no more room in hospitals, and people continued to get sick.
But spring did not know, the time to go to the garden arrived, the grass greened.
It was March 2020 ...
People have been put in lockdown. to protect grandparents, families and children. No more meetings or meals, family celebrations. The fear became real and the days were therefore similar.
But spring did not know, apples, cherry trees and others bloomed, the leaves grew.
People started reading, playing with their families, learning a language, singing on the balcony inviting neighbors to do the same, being supportive and focusing on other values.
People realized the importance of health, of suffering, of this world that had stopped, of the economy that has plummeted.
But spring didn't know. the flowers gave way to the fruit, the birds made their nest, the swallows had arrived.

Then the day of liberation came, people found out on TV, the virus had lost, people took to the streets, sang, cried, kissed their neighbors, without masks or gloves.

And that's when summer came, because spring didn't know. He continued to be there despite everything, despite the virus, fear and death. Because spring didn't know, he taught people the power of life.

Everything's gonna be fine, stay home, protect yourself, and enjoy life.

Read This, spread it by copying/pasting this text, but mainly remain confident and keep smiling! 😃🙏🏼😃🙏🏼😃🙏🏼



LOVE the message. . .Definitely must share it. .Thanks Rena.. ❤ You.. ❤
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