All things must end at some time or place, including the masses of the human race. A true love, a storm or a morning dew drop... they all must end at some point of the clock. Nothing is forever... not riches or fame, soon they will end maybe quicker than they came. The end of our life we do not get to appoint, Even time itself has an ending point. Cletus Hardiman
Reason for writing:
I call myself, the back-woods philosopher....I do a lot of thinking...after all, that's what part of the brain is for...and I do a lot of observing (everything)...So, I have learned that good times or bad times....they all will end at some point and time.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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