All this nothingness will soon decay
For life is but a flickering light,
Like grass that withers and soon fades away
Each one in time will be lost from sight.
Each day is but another chance to make it good,
A borrowed moment for just a bit of happiness.
None can guarantee Tomorrow will come as it should,
But Today is here for words and deeds of goodness.
All Rights Reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~06.19.14
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An enjoyable piece; appreciated the message; reminded me of the Scripture verse 1 Peter 1: 24: All people are like grass. All of their glory is like the flowers in the field. The grass dries up. The flowers fall to the ground. Nicely done. -Joe Breunig, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory