Nothing is Permanent

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I was sad to receive word last week that that my childhood neighbor had passed away at age 94. He was such a creative and talented man and father of a my childhood friend and playmate. When I saw him two years ago, he still had many good memories to share. It reminded me once again of the impermanence of life.
100_0192 (2)        It has been over fifty years since I lived next door in my childhood home, which now gives the impression of impermanence as you can see. This evening Merril, at d’Verse Poets Pub, asked us to write a poem that reflects on the significance of impermanence.

Nature reminds us
Everything in life changes;
The sun still rises.
But houses deteriorate;
And good friends and neighbors die.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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51 thoughts on “Nothing is Permanent”

    • The old house holds thirty one years of good memories for our family. My parents left it in 1967, but the memories will always last. Our neighbor was a very kind and generous man. He lived in his own home until he died.

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  10. My heart hurts for your loss, but rejoices at the sweetness of childhood memories. How blessed at 92 that your neighbor still had an active, vivid mind … And how sweet to have reached the ripe old age of 94. At 80, I PRAY daily for continued health and the privilege of a keen mind for another decade or two. But, it’s true, we can’t count on permanence in this world. But we can… In the next! 😘♥️

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  11. So true!!! I’ve lost so many friends I’m beginning to feel like the last woman standing! We live our lives in chapters, and each chapter has its own gifts. I’ve told my children I want my epitaph to be “What’s Next?”

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