We love those and they pass from us.
We offer our hearts and they crumble
Like the dried blossoms of a Summer rose.
We might contemplate eternity
In the fading of a smile in passing
But we will know better; we must feel the end,
When the thought of the sweetest smile
Is confused, forever, with its passing,
For life lies in the flicker of a butterfly's wings
And the groan that we offer as we climb
Through the shadows on the stairs at bedtime.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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