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April 10, 2020
Just love every moment
that time will allow,
until life nearly over
finds one facing the last bow.
And learn from mistakes
often made in haste,
when rushed off one’s feet
with no time to waste.
Reach for the impossible
if that be your choice.
But if it goes wrong
then heed your own voice.
Revive your spirits
with an inkling of an idea..
Remember great oaks,
from little acorns appear.
Place any burden of guilt
you still carry from an error,
into the hands of a higher power,
who can deal with your terror.
So you are able
to refresh your mind,
going forward with the knowledge
no open wounds left behind.
Help those less able
than you clearly are,
to fulfill their dreams,
and find their personal star.
Remember those loved ones
who sadly had to go,
with such a quick exit
no worse pain could one know.
But yet one survives
to this present day,
because the happiness they brought
will never fade away.
Open up your mind
explore every part,
so that each and every moment
remains in your heart.
Keep on making memories
as so many you’ll need,
when in repose
your own life book you read.
Discover extremes of life
from pure bliss to regrets,
as the monotonous day to day
the mind soon forgets.
(Regrets are so draining,
but after fingers burn,
the experience, character building,
and good lessons you’ll learn.
And when, as a reward,
pure bliss then comes along,
cherish every second –
it usually doesn’t stay long,
but sticks in the mind
overpowering regrets,
spurring you on to the next high
as your appetite it wets.)
So life is there to be lived,
how, is just up to you.
Stay true to yourself,
and you’ll always come through.
Nothing is impossible.
Everyone’s needs are unique.
The world is there to be discovered,
so go out and take a peek,
but not at the moment,
as that would be unwise.
For now, muse over your life story –
yourself, you’ll surprise.
As what lies undiscovered
or forgotten with age,
will soon come to the fore,
handing you the first page.
Always write from the heart,
as no-one knows better than you,
the ups and the downs
that you have lived through.
Good Luck
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