The Mortar in My Wall

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Thrice I have “died”, twice to “return”Each time with less, like 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, today that is true

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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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