It feels over
Like the best part of me has ended
Leaving little of what I once called my life
It feels over
More water under the bridge
Than waiting its time to flow
It feels over
Accomplishments, getting things done
A looking forward to tomorrow
It feels over
No need for a calendar to remind me
Of what I used to look forward to
I can’t help but wonder
If it’s something I did, or didn’t do
That drove it all away
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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