parachute

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Never too early, never too late;
Life can be a heaped-up plate.


Today you are comfy, tomorrow, lost;
Yesterday's loss determines the cost.


The future disguises no blemishes.
Hope's a parachute that never perishes.

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

An older piece from a rhyming phase over two decades ago. Please be kind to this geezer of a poem.

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