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Quietly they sat, A bunch of souls with different levels of commitment. Some worn out from the everyday hustle that life involves, Others tired of the so called bureaucratic rules that are placed onto them. This is, after all the challenges of living, The challenges of being offspring to those before them, The evolution of going from crying on top to becoming self-sufficient, Independent to being cared for, You have to just love the cycle and its consistency. As we age, There goes another page of experience that may or may not be passed on or watered. There they are, There they sit clueless without any concept of time and its importance. Ignorance is at the forefront like the open / closed sign in the store’s front. Materialistic desires become the engine to drive forward, while what matters most such as the reasons for sitting idle become junk. Are we failing, or wailing along desperately trying to keep their heads above water?

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Date: 6/11/2024 4:40:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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