The Mortar of Our Lives

Heart 1 Minute

Thrice I have “died”, twice to “return”
Each time with less, like a wall missing mortar and brick
The brace still there, though not as true
The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less
Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run

We have the sand to wake up and try again,
Try again to stand the wall
Try again to stand tall and true

I will return again, but tomorrow, not today
Today, I lose my sand

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I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.

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