July 30, 2025 12:24 pm
This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot
“My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.”
“Once my dear grandmother held me, she sang songs of love to me. In the autumn of her life. I held her and I sang songs of love to her. ”
“We can’t stop time. Death waits on your right shoulder and he whispered to us. Please remember, don’t waste time. Time goes by so quickly. One day you will be old and you cannot go back to the sweetness of youth. A wasted youth leave a sorrowful man.”
“Was our last words kind? Did I tell you, I love you? I wish to call you tonight, go to you now. I know I can’t. I do tell Lake St. Clair and the rising moon. Tell my beloved, so far away. Thank you for your kindness, thank you for making me wise and strong. I will join you soon.”
Dancing Coyote
Posted by johncoyote
Categories: poetry
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Thanks John! I was trying to comment on WordPress, but they make it so difficult; even though I was an it before and published a number of posts! Oh well, ❤️🩹 this should get to you ~ Keep writing! 🥂 Cheers!
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By Ron Holiday Broomell on July 30, 2025 at 1:12 pm
Thank you Ron. I struggle with the comment also.
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By johncoyote on July 30, 2025 at 2:26 pm