Run 3 November 27, 2020November 27, 2020 Written by frankregan17 A poem of the currents that are always carrying us away from where we all want to be … Made of sticks and stones photo credit: jenny downing etched via photopin(license) River run, Water flows, Always Carrying you away From me. Oceans, Silvered seas, Raindrops on windowpanes – Flowing away From me. © 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved. Originally Published 13 December 2017 View original postShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Yes there is no option of staying still and remaining unchanged, life does not work like that. The best we can hope for is to drift along into to the future with those we love. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
And find new love along the way (I only have direct family I love at the moment, so this is especially important for me). LikeLike
Made of sticks and stones 
Sometimes we drift apart flowing through the sea of change.
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Yes there is no option of staying still and remaining unchanged, life does not work like that. The best we can hope for is to drift along into to the future with those we love.
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And find new love along the way (I only have direct family I love at the moment, so this is especially important for me).
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