A Bridge,we all cross in our Life's walks.
Here.I hope to give you,and your loved ones,prose about our walks together.
Some,will be about our friends,in cyber space,some will be about love of home,and family.
There might be words here,you feel,but can not speak.
Or,maybe words you feel,in your heart,but are left unwritten,and unsaid.
You may not find the words here,you need.
So,please just let me know,and maybe my thoughts can fit your needs.
This,is my way of showing all of you,the love I have in my heart.
Lonely,in your room,or lonely in your heart?
We are all alone,as we walk this path of life.
Until,the day comes,we take husband,or wife.
Friends,we make on this bumpy road.
Some,we walk hand in hand.
The rest are,all over this land.
One day,we sat alone.
The next,our lives are filled with joys untold.
From near,and far,come the names.
Strange to the eye,they be.
But,friends who don't complain.
They take you for you who are.
Believe in you.these friends from afar.
Your not forced to be someone else.
They think your a star.
All of us,together make quite a family.
No names here,there are to many.
But,you know who you are,you friends from afar.
So,tho we are lonely,in our days.
We are not alone,in so many ways.
To you,my friends,I have to say.
I am lonely.but not alone,in any day.
Once again I am waiting.
I,remember Christmas.s of long ago,and waiting.
Of birthdays each year,and waiting.
My wedding day approachng,and waiting.
The baby is coming soon,and I am waiting.
Across the seas the wars raged,and I am waiting.
I am told,he is lost,and I am waiting.
The years pass by,like leaves in the wind,and I am waiting.
My hands are wrinkled,my legs are weak,and I am waiting.
The sun is shining,a golden hue,I see a lovely view,and I am waiting.
His hand reach's out to take mine.To lead me home.Oh God,there is no more waiting.
Life's flowers need sun to grow.
Our sun,is love,and caring thru life.
A loving hand,a loving touch.
Life's flowers will wither and die.
If,you refuse them this much.
Love,your flowers,they are so rare.
Show them you really care.
Stand strong and brave.
When,the rains come,and tears flow.
With out you there,they will never grow.
Cultivate those flowers of your's.
Help them grow,thru all the year's.
Remember this.Don't forget.
Your flower's are a precious gift.
Touched by a song,that takes you back.
Touched by the sun set,and soft breeze.
Touched by the wrinkled hands of time.
In,so many ways,in so many days,we are touched.
The words we speak in anger.
Never to be taken back.
The lives we wander in and out of.
We touch,and wander on,not knowing what our touch has done.
As we walk on this Bridge Of Life,we touch so many.
Lets leave our touch one of joy.
A touch remembered with love,and softness.
Touched,a special mark on all our lives.
Touched.
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