…thoughts…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Glimpses of the past remind me many are still
Many I knew well, gave me personal will
Such friends are priceless
They bring a smile when I see my personal mess
It’s truly never too late
I jus mentally wrestle with stress
More time always a must
In what’s repeating for me, I’ll trust
Nothing too crazy at the end of a long day
I’ll continue, how I can, in a somewhat surprising way
Happy as a clam
Always, that’s how I am