We Own Not, Tomorrow





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...


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KindredSpirit's picture

I love your little poem

It says so much.

Take care .


word_man's picture

great message

great message

ron parrish

cathycavalcante's picture

Thank you. :)

Thank you. :)


word_man's picture


you`re welcome

ron parrish