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“ A Morrow ”
– too soon –
Now but afternoon
In a lifetime destiny,
Whenever too soon
A morrow’s apathy,
Be angling the room
Ignoring life’s brevity,
Indifferent to gloom
Invading one’s sanity!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
A reflection on life, ever fleeting…
In the wake of an adversary,
also known as annual anniversary…
Music – Funral, by Zurida
Pictures – Personal collection
written in Sweetsburg
September 1, 2020
Poetry on a canapé 
Alas…too soon, Jean-Jacques. And yet, a life well-lived. You remind me that our enjoyment comes from enjoying the “afternoon” in a lifetime destiny.
Yes a life well lived, though in an attempt to balance the pluses of that life well lived bewilders one as to accomplishing an eventual meritorious something to leave that matters despite the dilemma of those ever shrinking morrows…
In the grand scheme of things, if we leave a legacy of kindness to others, that’s meritorious enough.
Of course you are right about kindness to others, maybe meritorious enough, but for me on a personal level there needs to be more. Different strokes for different folks, I suppose!
Very powerful words with the juxtaposition of the newborn photo. Too soon. And too fast. Thank you.
Thank you, Paulette. Thus indeed as you say, too fast. Oh ever so, too fast, as well as too soon… for the picture of the newborn you refer to, happens to be, a great-granddaughter!
Your great-granddaughter is just beautiful, so innocent and secure swaddled in her receiving blanket.
Thank you, Liz and how nice of you to say…