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| Take the time to see the flowers,don't just walk through the garden. Do the same with friends..........Don't just nod and then go on your way. Time waits for no one,but you can take the time to bond a friendship or smell the roses,hug a child or friend or parent or give them a call. A minute or five taken out of a day and spent with family or friends is worth more then all the minutes used rushing all around. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Years ago when I was young There was nothing I could not do That was when I was young. Days passed by so quickly when I was young There was always plenty to do That was when I was young. Now I sit in my reclining chair, Day in and day out Usually alone,can barely see & hardly hear Wishing I could go back to the days.......When I was young. Original by Judy |
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| I dedicate this page to all the little elderly people in the world.They were once young and had active lives and most end up like the poem says,alone half or fully blind,unable to hear well and unable to do the things they once did. Most have good minds and enjoy talking to other people and if you take the time to sit a while,there is still so much that they can tell and teach you. God Bless them all.......... | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Created by Judy A.K.A. Pinklady April 29,2000 | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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