That little bundle of joy, wrapped up in swaddling, what better gift to have.
Must be a well earned liberty to sit back and watch that racing cart and horse gallop past. Not knowing what to be running away from, nor where to be heading to. Just know are in a damn hurry to journey on by.
Forever building that same darn bridge. At first a simple mound to trek across, that soon got trodden down, then to support it more to continue allowing passage, that also started to frail at the edges.
If to go playing the sympathy card with ones own self. Then maybe, just maybe, someone might. It's what to wish for that has everyone on a cautious mind.
Seen like the terrible twosomes, it's actually when that third appears trouble starts. And yes, it's the worst of its kind, the female species. The males are willing to be reasonable, not where the female is concerned. Some other way to resolve matters.
In the forest; what's there to be miserable about. This time of year and the spirit of Christmas has been passed on to the young generation. It continues on with that same sense we all had when we were their age. So why the sad long face? Unfortunately, we only get to enjoy it while young once, it doesn't mean it ends.
Solomon's Song Ch.8:V.13 " - Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it."
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