The old jokes do not make him laugh
The old dress doesn’t make him look
The old him was all into her
The lapse of time was all it took
The vanity she entertained
The love she thought forever true
The hollowness we come to see
In who we are
And all
We do
Sooner or later, we all have to be real. Or, “As Dostoevski said: ‘Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.’” ― Dorothy Day
May I share this amazing prose on my page its absolutely resonates with me and would love to have featured on my blog. -E.D.G
Certainly you may.
Blessed, Thank you.
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