Yet another accidental poem by Andy.
just
like
that
life is fleeting,
i realize
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poetry & photos
poetry & photos
Yet another accidental poem by Andy.
just
like
that
life is fleeting,
i realize
Redneck Garage
Life measured on a tape measure
Each inch represents one year
Find your place on the tape
And reality of fleeting becomes real
Make the most of each inch
Jaclyn
I always wished that my parents measured our height inside some closet or in the basement on a cement wall. That way, I’d have a visual map of my growth and since they still live in the same house, I could go back to that place and peek at my physical presence nudging up another inch through the years. Perhaps I’ll do this if I have children. But at what age increments does one measure? And at what age does one stop measuring? Can 17 year olds be coerced into having their height measured on the wall?
Redneck Garage
Actually you use the tape measure like a time line. Let’s say you live to 99 and you are 33. One third of you life has been lived. When you are 66 that distance to 99 does not look very long.
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