A blink, a breath,
A heartbeat away.
We own not, tomorrow-
Nor even, today.
Here but only briefly,
A mere moment of all time.
Will we ever grow old?
Or pass away, in our prime?
In the grand scheme of life,
It matters not, when or where.
But how we lived in each moment,
Of all our joys, and our despair.
So tell them, you love them-
While your heart is still beating,
For we own not, tomorrow,
And today...is so fleeting...
I love your little poem
It says so much.
Take care .
KS
great message
great message
ron parrish
Thank you. :)
Thank you. :)
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you`re welcome
ron parrish