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A One Way Track<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <-><\/p>\n\n\n\n This train of life is on a one way track,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n there\u2019s no way to take it back.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n There are things I\u2019ve done,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n there are things I\u2019ve not.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Today is the only day I\u2019ve got.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n ~~<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s the day to laugh, it\u2019s the day to sing.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ll make the most of what this day may<\/strong> [will] bring.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <-><\/p>\n\n\n\n Laird Fetzer Hamblin<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <–><\/p>\n\n\n\n <==><\/p>\n\n\n\n Beauty Young, Beauty Old<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <-><\/p>\n\n\n\n I love my wrinkles and my bumps.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Like counting rings, on old tree stumps,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n with every line, a story\u2019s told.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n There\u2019s beauty young, there’s beauty old.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Life, is sometimes plentiful,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n life, is sometimes lean.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mostly, life, is somewhere, in between.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n What matters, isn’t an elegant home,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n or<\/strong> any thing I own.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It’s precious seeds of happiness, I\u2019ve found,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n and I have sown.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It’s not great applause, grand acclaim, or<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n how long, on Earth, I live.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It’s the hope I feel, and the love I give.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n This life, is a moment, in a journey,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n with no<\/strong> beginning and no end.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s important how, I live, each day, and if,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I<\/strong> am a friend.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n Laird Fetzer Hamblin<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <–><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n Things I’ve Gathered Up<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <-><\/p>\n\n\n\n These many things I gather up, now in piles lie,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Held in silent stillness, they await the day I die.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Where will go these treasures, I secure with all my might?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n They\u2019ll go to another with my passing in the night.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n These things I now presume to be of such great worth,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n will soon return again, to be the elements of Earth.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n Laird Fetzer Hamblin<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <–><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" <==> <==> A One Way Track <-> This train of life is on a one way track, there\u2019s no way to take it back. ~~…<\/p>\n