We aren’t infants, we are grown people and we know that we are here for a short while. We might delight in being executioners, but we all die. Our short sojourn might be in the prime of our life or later in our twilight years. However short it is, time flies, before we know it we are gone like the wind. What matters is how we live our life. Let’s be repairers of this earth instead of agents of destruction.
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2021