Like a boring old movie the neighbors are at it again that weary riff of picking at past gripes and hurts, festering wounds.
If only they could peek into the dark years to come, get a glimpse of “future me.” If they could feel how lonely life can be when you’re left. Forgotten. Alone.
Having worked in seniors’ and nursing homes myself, I think everyone should have to spend six months working in one. Here’s where you clearly see the truth of “What goes around, comes around” and “You reap what you sow.”
Snow falls anew on prairie cities; mercury plummets. Planes depart daily from prairie airports, carrying snowbirds to southern destinations. The brave, the tough, the broke choose to enjoy the winter wonderland. 😉
The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is HOPE, so I searched my DropBox files, hoping for some suitable response. I came across this writing and thought it very suitable.
Sadly, I can’t tell you who wrote it. I’ve googled it, but nothing shows up, so it may have come from an old Friendship Book. Note to self:ALWAYS attach name &/or source to EVERY writing copied from somewhere.
I hope this gives you a smile:
The Evolution of Rich & Famous
When I was thirteen I dreamed of someday being rich and famous.
When I was twenty-one my main goal in life was to someday be rich and famous.
When I was thirty I clung to the dream of someday being rich and famous.
When I was forty I still half-ways hoped to someday be rich and famous.
When I was fifty I was disillusioned with the whole idea of being rich and famous.
When I was sixty, having seen what riches and honour did to the lives of others, I was thankful that I’d never become rich and famous.
When I was seventy I finally understood just how rich I’ve been all these years. I realized that family and friends who really care about me are worth a lot more than fame.
Now that I’m eighty I realize how blessed I am to still be moving around.