So precious are our days upon this earth,
From life's very start, at our moment of birth,
Through our childhood years, so free from cares,
Then into adulthood, with its many shares
Of ups and downs, and sadness and joy,
Children for us perhaps, a girl and a boy.
Into middle age, then way beyond,
If only we could wave a magic wand
And choose each step that we should take,
The right decisions, that we should make,
But alas, our judgement is not always right,
Sometimes we can fail to see the light.
So life will be filled with ups and downs,
Days of laughter and days of frowns,
But through our days, whether stormy or fine,
These precious days are still yours and mine.
© Ernestine Northover
I too am truly thankful for the days that I have left...I'm just sorry that they seem to be fewer than the ones already gone. Scarlett
ERNESTINE...PRISTINE WORK ON A WALK THROUGH LIFE WITH PICTORIAL ACCENT & AND WARMHEART...YOU PAINT A REVEALING APPROACH TO LIFES TRIALS& TRIBULATIONS...WELL CRAFTED STAGE, FLUX AND CLOSE... P.S.>THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY WORK...HOPE YOU RE-VISIT SOON, AS I WILL SURELY BE DOING THE SAME...'''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Oh... how lovely! This brought a tear to my eye because what you have written rings true with me. Sentimental but rightly so.
Our lives differ so much from stage to stage, yet we are still ourselves throughout even as we change. To me, it's a mystery... Wonderful write, Ernestine. Makes me want to count my blessings (so I will) . Esther : ]
There are many precious things in life and you tell of them so well Ernestine Love Duncan X
Honest words full of wisedom that echo the rhythm of life. Wonderful Ernestine! Warmest wishes, Justine.
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