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Gone But Not Forgotten

Pennies dropped on the sidewalk Teens who hate to text, love to talk A watch that tells time A beggar who asks for a dime Stray kittens that jump in your arms Surgeons who think, ‘First do no harm’ Stay-at-home moms who make their kids’ lunch Guilt-free calorie-laden desserts to munch Policemen who smile at old ladies and kids Glass jars filled with ladybugs and twigs

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Line Gauthier

Date: 1/23/2025 4:57:00 AM

Isn't it "Teens who love to text, hate to talk"?

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 1/22/2025 8:22:00 PM

Ordinary yet profound moments that connect us-nicely penned.

John Read

Date: 1/22/2025 7:26:00 AM

Hi Gershon those were the days.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/22/2025 8:02:00 PM

Yep... Gone with the wind now...

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 1/22/2025 5:41:00 AM

We still think these things exist, but are they only in our minds. One lady at church a few years ago, when we were at a Christmas event saw me smiling as I listened to the Christmas caroling and gifted me with a small bit of cash, which she was want to do. I almost refused her, but knowing she did this from the heart and knowing my daughter could use a little cash, I accepted. You have no idea the effect a smile and joy can have. Lost my smile for a little while, when Mom died. To good old days

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/22/2025 5:04:00 AM

I read a cartoon recently in which a little boy asked another boy's mom if pecans, dark chocolate and raisins were good for a person. The mom answered yes. So, the little boy ran back to the kitchen and said to his friend you are right cookies are good for you. Sara K

Michael Tor

Date: 1/21/2025 11:22:00 PM

Those were the days Gershon. Bring me back to those special days, when a joyful feeling, was the meaning of gay. Circus shows to enjoy. Cowboys and Indians played little boys. No school shootings to harm your children. Life was not such a burden. Hello and thank you were the norm. Love the era that I was born...