The gray skies will soon give way to blackness as time in the hourglass slowly runs out. My words reflect my state of being, and some speak to me in no uncertain terms. I've learned that age and wisdom join together and speak the same language, hoping just one person hears them, gets something from the message, and takes away one thing they will never forget. Life is too hard to try and understand it all. Yet we spend our entire time here doing just that. When we see our reflections in the looking glass, it's a reminder that if we haven't left a good impression during our time here, we have to try harder before the sands in the glass stops moving.
Mike
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