Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Performances


Our life is filled with performances
from the day we are born
until the day we pass on.
Everyday we give a new performance.

Our performance always depends
on whatever kind of mood we are in,
some are on the sad side,
while others are filled with sunshine and laughter.

Each day is different
as we pass it through
and so are our performances
in our lives as we pass each day through.


13 June 2010

Submitted: Sunday, June 13, 2010
Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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