Aging

The falling leaves of autumn bring sadness as age creeps in and time slips away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Gauthier Avatar
May 5, 2021 at 8:46 AM
Yes indeed, autumn is a time for reflection. Lovely, Phyllis ~
Kendrick Avatar
April 19, 2021 at 2:42 PM
But we also can rejoice that we are one day closer to heaven than we have ever been before. It can be scary, nerve racking, and filled with uncertainty. It definitely is not for sissies. Thanks for the visits to my page. Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
November 12, 2020 at 12:48 PM
They at least bring perspective, a hint of wisdom, no need to coverup, only slowly fall... Nice monoku, Phyllis!
Babcock Avatar
December 16, 2020 at 9:35 AM
Thanks for your comment on my haiku. love phyl
La France Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 10:12 AM
Phyllis, excellent writing, time is cruel _Constance
Babcock Avatar
November 12, 2020 at 11:12 AM
Thanks Constance and yes time indeed does fly by as we age.
One Avatar
October 20, 2020 at 6:44 AM
Indeed, I feel it too.. Great one liner..
Babcock Avatar
October 22, 2020 at 9:27 AM
Thanks S1 and yes we are feeling the aches and pains that come with age. Still smiling even with the thought of winter around the corner. love phyl
Rodrigues Avatar
October 19, 2020 at 7:13 PM
The Autumn of life both beautiful and sad.
Babcock Avatar
October 22, 2020 at 9:26 AM
Thanks Kim. Age does creep up on us and hubby retired this week so kinda hits us that we are getting old. love phyl
Andresen Avatar
October 19, 2020 at 10:18 AM
- When autumn approaches winter ... it's a sad time regardless of age, dear Phyllis - Hope all is well with you and Albert :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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October 19, 2020 at 10:39 AM
Thanks we are all well. Al retired two days ago and today is his 70th birthday. Now comes the joys of having and getting used to him being around the house. Hope all is well with you too. love phyl
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