When Someone Stabs You It's

I Was Tired Of Seeing The Graces Always Depicted As Beautiful Young Things. I Think Wisdom Comes With Age And Life And Pain. And Knowing What Matters.

Better To Accept The Wretched Truth Than Struggle, Twisting To Make A Wish A Reality.

But There Was No Hiding From Conscience. Not In New Homes And New Cars. In Travel. In Meditation Or Frantic Activity. In Children, In Good Works. On Tiptoes Or Bended Knee. In A Big Career. Or A Small Cabin. It Would Find You. The Past Always Did. Which Was Why... It Was Vital To Be Aware Of Actions In The Present. Because The Present Became The Past, And The Past Grew. And Got Up, And Followed You. And Found You... Who Wouldn't Be Afraid Of This?

The Leaves Had Fallen From The Trees And Lay Crisp And Crackling Beneath His Feet. Picking One Up He Marveled, Not For The First Time, At The Perfection Of Nature Where Leaves Were Most Beautiful At The Very End Of Their Lives.

Myrna Could Spend Happy Hours Browsing Bookcases. She Felt If She Could Just Get A Good Look At A Person’s Bookcase And Their Grocery Cart, She’d Pretty Much Know Who They Were.