Monday, January 6, 2014

What is mine

What is mine, when everything I own
is in my possession for but a fleeting moment;

where do I belong, when everyone I meet
is but a transient stranger in an all-night diner called ‘life’;

and what do I leave behind but my footsteps,
eroded all too soon by the cold north wind that blows
on a lost and forgotten strand...


  1. what do we own, nothing really...
    where do we belong, well that one is a bit harder....oy, so true on us being transient strangers...even still hopefully we find a few along the way.....
    and we may never know who we touch....

  2. I will gladly leave no trace of my having passed this way,let the memory of me fade as the wind turns to a breeze and the breeze to stillness.

  3. {{{Shadow}}} Boy, your visit with me today just put me in one awesome mood!! I was pleased as punch to see your comment. Your posts are always inspirational, showing depth and meaning and thoughts through your sights. I'm continually astounded.

    ...and a belated Happy New Year to you too.

  4. Even with all we seem to have and all of the people in our lives, we are alone with our personal interpretation of life.

  5. Wonderful to see you back. Your words are always inspiring! Happy 2014...

  6. "1 Door Away From Heaven" has been included in the Sites To See for this week. Be assured that I hope this helps to point many new visitors in your direction.

  7. " all night diner called life" - Oh that is good.

  8. Great header photo and very contemplative posts ~ that I have had similar thoughts about ~ carol, xxx (A Creative Harbor)

  9. We generally go out of this life with some thing that is ours. That will leave a mark of where we have been. We have no children so perhaps we will leave a mark with others in their memory.