GLIMPSES OF LIFE AT WORLDS END FARM.
Let It Be Forgotten
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,Let it be forgotten forever and ever,Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgottenLong and long ago,As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfallIn a long-forgotten snow.
Great poem, how is the wrist?
Yes, Sandra - how is the wrist? Is that what you want to be forgotten? Hope you received the news you were hoping for from the doctor.
i don't want to be forgotten, but it's best to let go of the attitude i could get because i let such a dumb thing happen!
Don't think any of your readers could forget you. We receive so much from your writings. If you mean letting go of an attitude of self-blame - that's probably a good idea. Stuff happens. Be well.
I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.