It goes without saying
I'd think
So I wouldn't say it.
And nobody knew
That it went without saying;
They all figured
It just wasn't there.
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Just Passing Through
We're
Just passing through
Each other's lives
You and I.
We touched
Briefly
And said, "Goodbye".
But as you go
Hear me:
Your touch has made a difference.
Just passing through
Each other's lives
You and I.
We touched
Briefly
And said, "Goodbye".
But as you go
Hear me:
Your touch has made a difference.
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About Me
- Heather M. Rosa
- I've earned every white hair, and take life seriously while laughing at its abundant absurdities. I am or have been daughter, sister, woman, wife, ex-wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, lover, friend, waitress, store clerk, family day care provider, store manager and manager trainer, support group facilitator, non-profit board president, mayor, council member, poetographer, auction clerk, courier, and now enjoying my well-earned retirement as a snowbird. Someday I'm likely to decide what I want to do when I grow up if I don't grow old too soon first.
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