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Good Sense In my younger days I lacked the good sense age has graciously bestowed...as I’ve become aware of the ways in which I erred. Isn’t it a pity it can take years ...even our growing old, to finally learn how to live; but that’s life...be it man or tree, its leaves most beautiful before they whither and die. And so it is with older folks who realize the worth of wisdom’s inherent beauty: life’s lessons learned and shared until we too ...must return to the earth. Just be glad for each day you’ve left to use your hard-won good sense ...don’t get lazy in your repose, keep living life to the fullest till the last breath you breathe ...for who can know when winds will blow hard against Autumn’s leaves of red and gold ...sending them pummeling earthward long before they should.
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