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“THE DEATH OF BOO-HOOerS!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Why Peter Pan Was Right About Never Growing Up!” June 29, 2019 –

Saturday!Some-people talk-o’-death; some, ’bout-LIFE!Some-people are-MAJOR-PLANNERS!! (just-like-my-wife!)Let’s PLAN-a-life of fun and joy;Let’s-forget-about-DEATH, like-a-girl-and-boy,Who-are more-concerned with joy-and-play,Than-with-death and-talk about-“the-gray!”Kids-‘r’-too busy to worry and frown,About possible death, which-can-get-cha-down!Kids-‘r’-filled way-up with-excess-“spunk;”They-don’t-have-time for-this “death-wish junk!”They think that life – is a-whoop-an’-a-oo-ooh,And-I-love-to-kiss-you- on-your-woo-hoo-woo!Death-maybe’ll-come, perhaps-soon-enough,But-over-excessive-“death-talk’s” a-little-bit-gruff!Leave-it-to-“GROWN-ups?” with-nothin’-better-to-do,Than-focus-on-death taxes insurance and-“the-infamous BOO-a-HOO!”fin

    Wise words of wisdom. I meet a grown-up man once who never lost the child inside Sir. The sweetest journey of all time life’s a journey – the child inside is always there, so why do folk forget? Society norms (?) shape our minds stamped with doctrines of judgements, opinions on how to act as adults. Oh, my goodness, how inadequate we are as so stamped as adults. The wonder as a child is forgotten, also considered as inappropriate as your precious time dissolves from all these preconditioned notions of timelines one “ should be”
    Life is simple, be the best version of you. True Peace and health, plus the child inside ourselves are still there. Dance in the rain hugs trees and kiss the sky. May all your moments point your toes skyward. Laugh on your back and watch the stars. You are living the dream. Kindness is free to sprinkle it wherever you need to go safely and stylishly over the oceans. Then you may say ”I have lived” cause nobody get out of life ”alive”

    By KINDNESS WISDOM

    Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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