I reached out, Desperately, Trying to hold it, Have it, Nurture it. I feel it. As it slipped between my fingers, Slowing dripping, Seeping, I tried to prolong the end, Tried to hold on to the bliss a little longer, But it had its rise So it had to have its fall.
What we do today Affects things tomorrow At the end of the day We return what we borrow At the start of each dawn Life starts again We cannot be picky We return to where we’ve been As steady as time Life pushes on Make most of each moment Before it is gone Life can be full Of happiness, not sorrow So extract it all In the brief time we borrow.
Finish what you started, Or start something new Tape it to the paper, Or affix it with glue. This is your idea so Take advantage.
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