Bitter Sweet if we only knew, how life would turn out before we die. Heartaches by the number reaching out to surrender in hope. Remembering can be bittersweet, with tears from yesterdays left behind living in today with no tomorrows in our minds.
May the dew fall from the heavenly realm to glisten and remind us in the refreshment to have the water again to live washing the stains of yester years but with the knowledge they were still here.
Waiting for the son to bring the last day of all years. So the time will never leave us again to wear stained memories of days gone by.