What is Next? Here is What’s Next
When I say fifty & fabulous, what do I mean?
The energy field I want to tap
For the memories we share,
Someday I will stop looking at the past, stop examining the things of memory,
When this man cried, it was because his wife had slipped away and died.
the silence shared when gazing each other’s eyes and her red face
I feel as though I am lost in this dark oblivion
•Not every day has to be great
Sometimes, reassured by my doubt, I