As we get older the masks begin to fall.
Like Autumn yellow dry leaves.
Those whom we thought would stay.
Left , leaving painful feelings behind.
Like thorns penetrate the hearts to bleed.
And those whom we thought they won’t stay .
They left their beautiful passion with us.
So my son have as many friends you can .
Those who leave and those who will stay,
You can not forget nor what they leave behind.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh – https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com.
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Reblogged this on IdealisticRebel's Daily View of Favorites and commented:
Just beautiful my friend.
Thank you so much ,for reblogging the post and for the comment. Best regards.
Yes, Jalal; everyone has something to offer.. We learn from them all… thorns and roses alike.
Thank you so much for your nice comment Best regards.Have a Wonderful week.