Author: Dino Hi


Though I've traveled, to the farthest part of my mind
To search for stories, with my "brother's at heart," into a distant time
I've come to realize, in a time, so young and free
That the stories would end, and many more chapters, would come to be
Now that I'm older, I can look back at the distant past
As a young teen, wondering what the future would be like, for the rest, and would it last
My wife asked me, is there anything I would like to do, or accomplish in life?
I thought for a moment, but only a minute, no, just happy to have a wonderful wife
When I was young, I looked towards the future, at seeing the world, and having a new car
Having done that, now realizing, everything is small, and not to far
I've come to realize, no matter what material things we gain, or how rich, we become
We can't take them with us, when we are done, and our time has come
I value, the simplest things, in life
My home, my health, my dog, and especially my wife
To walk in the forest, everyday with my dog, healthy, breathing fresh air, and seeing the eagles fly
The things most valuable, are really free, and shouldn't stress over the world, and wondering why
I realize, now that I'm older, and look at all my things
All I really want, is a simple life, and to hear when all the birds, sings
Years, will turn into days, then minutes, the story will have to end, someday
To be prepared again, to travel, to the farthest part of my mind, as I pray


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shiloh ( -- Thursday, September 18 2008, 01:46 am

this makes me think back a bit...

someone wrote about this, but i can't remember who, or exactly how it was worded, but your writing brings it to mind so much better - i think you have a better description of how you feel... the words i am remembering from long ago went something like this: Man is born, his hands grasping, clutching, reaching... when he dies, his hands relax, the palms open and empty, holding onto nothing any more. another person wrote that we are born, we eventually die, but what matters is the journey in between. i like your words - they give pause to make one think and ponder... i like pondering. thanks for your thoughts. peace... hank
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