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                                                           There was a time

                                                           When I didn't have a dime

                                                           So I decided to sit.

                                                            I sat on a park bench

                                                            And watched Life as it happened

                                                            Not thinking of today

                                                            Nor thinking of the 'morrow.

                                                            I sat and observed Life

                                                            As it unfolded, slowly,

                                                            Like a giant flower......

                                                            Each person a Petal.

                                                            I don't know how long I sat

                                                            And it didn't seem to matter

                                                            As what goes unfinished today

                                                            Will flow forward, like Time

                                                            And complete the Picture.

                                                            So what is the rush

                                                            I often ask myself

                                                            When Time is flowing forward

                                                            Each day a picture in the making.

                                                           We All have a choice, you know,

                                                           In which way we choose to flow......

                                                           But we cannot make another

                                                           See they have stopped flowing.

                                                           As that is their choice

                                                           And besides.............

                                                           We are All just another Petal 

                                                           Finding our own way

                                                           Each blossoming in our own time.

                                                                  Love  ~  Light  ~  Peace

                                                                           Tara Mary