The time had come for me to go and leave the world of work behind
I was not sure, did not know how I would occupy my mind
To fill the long hours of the day. I knew some things I’d like to try.
But work had left small time for play and now there s was no reason why.
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A swell read Ivor! A whole new ball game i would say Poetry, pottery and some play Bases loaded what a day! Now all you need is a home run And this (ballgame) of life - you will Have won! ! *10*! Friend Thad
Couldn't agree more Ivor - sometimes wish I could go back to work for a rest. Nicely expressed
as we trudge the path by the life across the plexus of our time and space yet knowing nothing when to leave yet we rave up by our own swings onto the finale................oh life eloquently expressed, that touches the heart in the core deep., still ruefully hurtful even by the truth as we are to leave onday all beyond, wonderful consciousness of mortality, great write,10+, thanks for sharing