kindness takes the stage,

In the comedy of life, kindness takes the stage,

A thread so soft, it's like a comedic sage.

Intertwining with actions in a comical dance,

Creating patterns, a laughter-filled trance.

 

It's gentle like a joke whispered in the ear,

Yet remarkably resilient, spreading cheer.

A tapestry of humour, woven with grace,

Kindness adds layers, a smile on every face.

 

With each act, a punchline in the grand show,

A jest of compassion that continues to grow.

Indelible marks left on hearts, so divine,

As kindness becomes the punchline of time.

 

It's the soft chuckle of a helping hand,

A resilient joke in life's comedy band.

Fibers of goodwill, creating a laugh riot,

A tapestry of joy, and kindness at its quiet.

 

So, let's weave our jokes with threads so kind,

In the comedy of life, laughter to find.

For each act, a punchline we create,

A comedy of kindness, the best in the slate.

The symphony of life

In the symphony of life, a catalogue of 'afters' unfolds,

A melody of moments, precious and untold.

Navigating the score, with choices to make,

Wisdom realized, not to let moments forsake.

 

The coffee grows cold, a subtle metaphor,

For time slipping away, knocking on the door.

Priorities dance, a shifting ballet,

In the rhythm of life, they constantly sway.

 

Promises, like notes, can be easily lost,

In the hustle and bustle, the price is the cost.

The symphony plays on, a relentless stream,

Yet, the echoes of broken vows haunt our dreams.

 

Children grow, like the crescendo's rise,

A harmonious journey, a profound surprise.

Parents age, their notes slowly wane,

Yet, their wisdom lingers as an eternal refrain.

 

Life's rhythm doesn't pause for our delays,

It marches forward in mysterious ways.

As we dance to the beat, of the grand parade,

Each step we take leaves a mark, a cascade.

 

The symphony concludes, the final chord,

A poignant moment, the truth underscored.

In the silence that follows, reflections arise,

As we embrace the rhythm, where no echo lies.

 

So, let us conduct with purpose and grace,

Embrace each note, in this fleeting space.

For in the catalogue of 'afters,' we find,

The melody of life is profound and intertwined.

The tapestry of life

The tapestry of life is such that moments and memories are intertwined in the same way threads are woven. Weavers, we give ourselves a role in the story of our lives. Every thread represents our choices, who we really are, and how much we have been able to leave out on the canvas of life.

Imagine an expansive horizon surrounded by a loom that encompasses almost every experience of which you might think. This loom also allows us to weave vibrant threads such as joy, kindness and love which light up even the darkest corners transforming ordinary things into masterpieces.

In this loom, there are echoes of footsteps from behind where time is sculpted like a master carver working on our journey. At this moment we hold a brush that could be described as magical for it gives one the ability to paint his present and future with colours he or she likes.

 Laughter – the thread spun together with joy – reverberates through halls of our memory as it runs through walls of happiness erected within us during moments when victory strikes. It is when we genuinely smile that warmth wraps around us. In weaving this strand, we bring into our fabric its own kind of brilliance beyond the normal world.

Kindness constitutes another thread close at hand; gentle but incredibly sturdy. It interweaves its fibres into patterns of understanding and empathy, adding more compassion to every action I take in my life.

In this loom of life, the choices we make are strokes on the canvas, contributing to the grand design of our existence. As we wield the brush, we become architects of our destiny, creators of a narrative that speaks of resilience, compassion, and boundless love. The tapestry of life unfolds not in isolation but in the interconnected threads of joy, kindness, and love that we weave with every breath.

The mirror of memories

 In the mosaic of olden days, reflections unfold,

The rearview mirror of memories, a tale to be told.

Highs and lows painted on the canvas of time,

A masterpiece of life, an intricate rhyme.

 

Laughter and tears, like brushstrokes so bold,

In the gallery of recollections, stories are scrolled.

People, once vivid, in my journey they played,

A tapestry of connections and memories laid.

 

Some departed, like whispers in the wind,

Time's gentle teacher, lessons chime within.

No rewind button in life's relentless track,

A realization dawns, no going back.

 

Parents, like anchors, in the corridors reside,

Their absence echoes a bittersweet tide.

Friends who once walked, are now shadows cast,

In the heart's album, memories forever last.

 

Time, the silent sculptor shapes the past,

Moments slip away, yet memories amass.

A lesson learned, as the years gently hover,

The importance of memories for those who discover.

 

In the tapestry of age, threads interlace,

A symphony of memories, in time and space.

For seniors, each recollection is a treasure trove,

An ode to the past, and a testament to love.