THE HAND OF TIME

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

-- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

I think this verse cannot be improved upon as a poetic expression of
the passage of time.

It's been quite a while since I visited my own blog. I've been living
one day at a time, preparing to launch a website that I hope will
be my retirement income. I hope that all who stumble across this
humble blog are finding serenity in not looking back, except to appreciate.

Have a great day! Today!