Door Wilma Hartelo gepubliceerd op Thursday 24 November 12:28

As life goes by.
And years just fly.
You look back.
At your track.
And you shake your head.
How is is possible that you're still alive and all your dear ones dead.
Something you never held voor possible when you were young.
Everything seemed everlasting and your parents o so strong.
Strange how things change.
And how your mind gets rearranged.
You stand in this life and have a totally different view.
You turn the pot and stir up the stew.
That's the only thing you can do.
The merry go round doesn't stop turning.
Whom whereever or whatever for your hart is jurning.
Just follow along your track.
And now and then look back.....

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