Treasure Island

yolandey breedt

(1987/05/04 / south africa)

Life


Life has a strange way to make you learn
As there’s always something your heart tends to yearn
Sometimes all you desire long for & dream
Will keep you swimming up a river stream
Yet every day is a fresh new start
And yet it goes by so fast like the beat of a heart
Life is full of ups and downs
It’s what you make of it that counts,
What you choose to do,
Give or take will, make or break you
So enjoy life take it day by day
As you’ll never know if tomorrow ever comes.

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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someone asked me to write a poem for him and because i was not intrested in him in a lovers way i wrote him a poem about life and its choices

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