A Time Limit Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A Time Limit



If you knew your days were numbered
Would you spend hours in slumber?
Would you strengthen your commitment
Or waste valuable time in resentment?

Envy of what will not come or materialize
Minimizes your intent causing blurred eyes
Suddenly each precious moment expands
As you ask for guidance with praying hands

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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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