They call it a place of care –
A world distinctly apart,
Where many a soul seems lost …

Again, dont give up because of your mistakes.. Learn from them..

As I quickly approach middle-age (or maybe I’m already there, but in deep denial), I’ve begun wishing I could show some young person the easiest way to get through life. If only I could provide them a map with the right route clearly marked.

Those that are confined in old age homes exist as if in a different world, many of whom linger to the end, lonely and bereft of the joy they had once experienced in years gone by.

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Poem of sadness.

A poem about happiness and sadness.

All roads lead to somewhere, even if it be a dead end.

When you are in trouble, and don’t know which way to go, stand still, and let God move.

Sometimes we feel like we’re headed down a road to nowhere and everything is falling down around us.