Guest guest Posted September 30, 2002 Report Share Posted September 30, 2002 somtimes i lie on my bed gazing at the stars and wondering why i am here so much wasted potential... i could have been... i should have been... sigh... what am i? no career no salary no retirement plan... when i die what will be said? soft shoulders many leaned upon slow to anger undestanding imperfection generous with whatever i do have an ability to love truly uncondionally silly to the nth-degree hopeful when discouragement abounds my career is living, my salary is love, my retirement plan is hope... i think i'll sleep peacefully tonight To all my precious friends.... Tess Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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