SETTLING ACCOUNTS
The passing years are debit slips
In the bank of all our days;
We make withdrawals as life goes on,
When accounts close each man pays.
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How simply and wonderfully put... we live on borrowed time from the day we are born until the day we die. We withdraw happiness and pay back with pain or sorrow.
Do you not think that the interest rate is too high?
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M.C. Newberry
Wed 3rd Oct 2012 18:55
Thanks, Nichola.
We are given no choice in the opening of life's
account(s) and that seems presumptious of old
Mother Nature.
Some suffer personally and financially and over-draw to their cost, whereas others manage to enjoy happiness and fulfilment without straining their credit. I wish you all the best among the latter.