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Time
It is Money
It is a virtue
and above all
it is a privelage.
Like a privelage, it can be taken away when you least expect it, so never let a good moment slip.
Treat every goodbye like your last.
Know that as that person leaves you might never see them again.
And Treat every hello like you haven't seen the person for years.
I have gone through the experience once before, that my last words to someone were not what i wanted them to be, and the longing to comfort them still lingers in my heart. If i knew from the start what I am writing today.
I would have finished my part in her life,
in a good way.
Dedicated to anyone who has lost a loved one, like I have.
Thank you for reading.
- by GracieBlue |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: Time
- Artist: GracieBlue
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Description:
I right my words as they flow through my head.
It could be in my dream while I am on my bead,
Or a memory that returns to me.
Our lives are short and meaningful
We should all be wishful
sometimes - Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: lost sadness friends caring time
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