Elder of the wise, retire from work, but not from life. The ages of youth, learning, and recompleting need you near.

Just say it, with a spark of enlightenment of forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. That it is more than just four walls.

In union there is strength, stand closer and it will grow, much as those weeds, but this time with love.

Work hard at it, don’t lag behind and let others do it for you. The end of labor is to gain leisure. With a fine drink for the heart and soul of a well done life, soaking in of past and future, of just memories, than pain.

I bet anyone could become that, but they have to get through their heads that leadership is action, not position. Telling others to do it for you, lacking of what really needs to be done.

But I find this other path to take, far gloomier than all the others, as hearing the dead soldier’s silence sings our national anthem. Where all walks of life, bring their words close to another become a blur of oneness.

We only part to meet again, and again, to sing that song once more. In case someone forgets and goes back to the old ways.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet, so sweet that it breaks the teeth and puts the mind and body into hyper drive, blurring everything there is, and missing out on the smaller things. It is best, to learn now and work up slowly to where one wants to go.

As in the comprehensible one could learn, as if I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. And not once be upset, seeing that wherever I look, there someone baring the pain as well, and speaking for I to keep going.

But again, that blasted past finds a way, to destroy everything, when it is best to turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. It would feel as the bests cleanse there was.

Even when the winds play tricks, where there are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. Having you flitch to dare yourself to look back, wasting the time to unchanged the fixed.

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life. Leaving them more as a lifeless fools, jarring away tales he bother not to make a reality.

And when the sun is gone, leaving all alone in the dark, only know that when it is dark enough, you can see the stars. And the brightness of them is enough to walk on.

Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember, but that is we remember, not forget that is how things are. Just as they were before remembering was nothing less as a chore.

But even the things that rely more on the outside the mind, it can bring the best of things, just as It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. And that were the family is, I found many just as that, but only go home to few.

In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved. And it’s an award that can only felt like a something to pass down to others, of the bloodline.

For you find that as a well, spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well used brings happy death. Know-ing: that when one life is over, there is someone smiling that they are not fully gone.

In which leads others to find a need and fill it. Becoming the leader you made them to be, and not just a follower.

Road sense is the offspring of courtesy and the parent of safety, and soon the roles change, growing larger, and holding even more meaning every time.

Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another, where that fork in the road comes in, and you must take a side, for words or silence.

And how silence does that, as he takes men out of time and makes them feel eternity, those things will never change. For they choose their way, with no helping hand.

But that can’t be help for how in one land, near where I once harbor from, of how come we choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America? Where one feels more like a game and the other is a real battle. Easy tossup which one is which?

But again, there are two souls, one heart. And sadly: only a split in half to make a choice in the end. Oh how, some have fallen to this.

I am sure though, that even children would even wish, if they have or had one, a father carries pictures where his money used to be. And know what really matters, any it doesn’t come in numbers.

And where those numbers do run out, I hope wherever a man turns he can find someone who needs him. And open his arms to let them in.

The whole inspiration of our life as a nation flows out from the waving folds of this banner, hand-made by more than one being, one color, and more than one kind of family.
But I guess that is how a true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down, catching you, snapping you back, and reminding you from where you stray from the path.

Yet, that person would smile and wonder if maybe part of loving is learning to let go, but it’s more of letting go but knowing to still hanging on. Even if the matter of love falls of white or red, they are still there.

Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles. Tons and tons of smiles, breaking the debts, such as, groundbreaking level no one man could do alone.

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