"If you do not hope,
You will not find what is beyong your hopes,"

-St. Clement of Alexandra-

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Float.
Concert.
Pharmacy.
Piano.
Family.

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He used to run, he used to laugh.
He had a beer belly and was always jolly.
The smile on his face ever sincere,
hardly ever was he ever angry.

On his lap, she used to bounce;
His hands she used to hold.
The long walks they used to have;
the laughter that they shared.

It all seems to become a distant memory;
a memory from more than a decade ago.
His face now shrunken as age caught up with him;
his stature reduced to a hunch.

People now bellow at him as if he were a child;
an adult meant to be looked after.
He no longer has any authority;
Instead, he bows down and has no choice but to listen.

Why does time make a fool out of people?
Where was the man she once knew?
She is so afraid; so frightened.
Will everyone eventually leave her?

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"Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Willing is not enough; we must do."

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe-

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