'' While You're Here '' Poem by Bri Mar

The joy of living,
Is second to none,
To be forgiving,
Can be so much fun.

You can't turn a dial,
When it has gone,
Take on the trial,
Seek that new dawn.

Families are precious,
Keep them close by,
They tend to refresh us,
Them you mustn't deny.

Friends are for life,
Look after them well,
Enemies cause strife,
They'll make you unwell.

Don't be persuaded,
To do any wrong.
Left feeling degraded,
Doesn't take long.

Make your own choices,
But if ever in doubt,
Hear those friendly voices,
Give them a shout.

Treat all with respect,
Give them their say,
When evil you detect,
Throw it away.

Make life your treasure,
To good do adhere,
That way you'll gain pleasure,

‘' While You're Here ‘'