Treasure Island

Ruth Amaya


Time


The irony of time
The reason why we have days
Weeks, months and years
And not endless time,
To make each day special
To give meaning to the time,
To spend each night and day
Pleased and conscious with our pleasure,
Welcome each day as a new beginning
A time to make a start
A day to make a change
And live the life you were destine to live
To change the prospective of limits
To appreciate and be grateful
For what you were given
As it was given with a purpose in time
Treat each day as it is unleashes from a higher power

Submitted: Thursday, December 13, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, December 19, 2012
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