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That's Life!

That's Life!

Sometimes no matter how well we hold the umbrella,
the rain will hit us like a bolt
drenching the heart with lighting and thunder,
striking like a dagger right through the bones.
Sometimes no matter how well we walk in our shoes,
the road is unforgiving no matter what path we choose.
The only thing we can do is try again
with no guarantees the umbrella will hold the rain.
 
--Bernadete vdw, ‘25

 

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E.J. Waling

Our trials and tribulations. So true. Nice write B. ✍️ 

John

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John Loopstra

How nicely optimistic - just stand and take the rain, the only way to live and learn. I agree with 9 11... 

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Bernadete van d...

You’re right, when the storm comes, we just have to stand up and take it.
Storms will eventually pass,  Hang in there!
Thank you for reading, John. 
Bernadete 
 

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Being Me

Ain't that the truth!

I love this. I pinned it.

"Sometimes no matter how well we hold the umbrella,
the rain will hit us like a bolt"

An awesome first line!

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Bernadete van d...

Pardon my tardiness, Tina. Great to have you here and thank you for reading
my writing. Stay well and take care,
Bernadete 
P.S. I am happy you like it. 

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Jac Tales

One gets into heaven with a cross. Not with a jewelry box. Great Verse.

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Bernadete van d...

Well said, Jac. Thank you for reading this and telling me what you think. Stay well, Mr Brown.  B 

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