Treasure Island

Atara Gedalowitz

(January 31)

All the Time in the World


We think we have all the time in the world
To play out silly games
We think we have all the time in the world
So we stray to selfish aims
We think we have all the time in the world
But really, stop
And think

Where we going?
Why are we here?
Are we growing?
What should we fear?

Well, comfort's alright
Fun is too.
But not if they're gotten
By ignoring what's what's true

So If you you see a good deed
That you're able to do
Try and succeed
Your time's waiting for you

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2008

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  • Anggie Servian (4/29/2008 8:01:00 AM)

    An insightful poem.. Made me rethink about my life for several moments. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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