A
Footrace
With time
We all
Run
Our date
Of
Birth
The starting
Gun
Against
Each
Rise and
Setting
Sun
Immersed
In
Work
And daily
Fun
The
Dream to
Stay
Forever
Young
A
Fool’s quest
Never
To be
Won
Time
Victorious
Life
Is
Done
Out of My Write Mind 
Nice, but that is not how it really is if one perceives deeply. 🙂
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I love that line “Fool’s quest” the circadian rhythm
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Thanks, Paul!
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you are very welcome
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Great poem Sandy!
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Thanks, Leigha. I hope your father is feeling better.
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Thanks for asking, yes he is and I am back home now. My sister checked in on him today and I will see how he is tomorrow.
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Good news.
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