
Motion of powerlessness is like poison to the soul.
To try deeper and harder than you've ever tried before.
To take that step you've never dared to take.
Yet...wait...why haven't I tried this yet?
Days come and evenings go.
The next time I turn around, ten years have passed.
Time is precious.
We need to appreciate now because we will never be here again.
Once today is gone, it's gone forever-lost in the distant past.
Time fades, yet memories remain.
Cherish them because they are all you'll ever have.
Writen by me (Heather)February 2009
1 comment:
Very nice poem. Insightful and so true!
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