As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.
Butterfly KissesAged imperfectionsstitched upon my faceyears and years of wisdomearned by His holy grace.Quiet solitude in a humble homeall the family scattered nowlike nomads do they roam.Then a giftsent from abovea memorypure and tangiblewrapped in...
Don’t grow old to give up and don’t give up growing up
The day you lose your sense of wonder is the day you grow old.
If you don’t know how to grow old, don’t start learning how to grow old.
The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.
The land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts.