I’ve only lived a snippet of life. Just a moment in time. On a big blue ball that circles the sun. Earth itself is so old that my time isn’t told in the snippet of time that life has been created. Will we ever know just how old is the sun? How long life existed, not just dreams or inferences? Assumptions and half truths made by scholarly youths. Who think they know best how we should be impressed. A snippet, a moment, a brief dance of life and here were are. How’d we miss the dinosaurs?
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A lifelong resident of West Philadelphia Nicole Smith is a mother of two amazing children. She is a Certified Medical Assistant and holds her AA in IT Networking. Nicole currently work from home, which enables her to focus on her true passion of writing. In her free time Nicole enjoys gardening, cooking, reading, and advancing her quest for knowledge. This is the author’s first foray into published literature she knows that her passion and way with words is sure to shine through to her audience. View all posts by Nycke the Poet