We’ve all been told...there’s a time for everything
A time for being with others,
experiencing joy...celebration.
And being alone,
experiencing loneliness...solitude.
Often, such times are the best times on earth...
they are...the tender times....
And it’s only the where and when that counts.
I am free to play, sing, rejoice, or cry...
to pen my thoughts!
Because... the why comes later....
Copyright 1-25-1970
By Ronald M. Ruble
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