We all love a day,
When the bright sun shines,
We all have a past,
Were glad we left behind,
Everyone has different thoughts,
In their mind,
As we live out,
Our limited time.
There are times we wish,
We could have our way,
There are moments we want,
To forever stay,
There are times we act,
The part we play,
Sometimes we can't wait,
For the end of the day.
Some things will never happen,
No matter how hard we try,
Some things will always be a secret,
Even if we pry,
Certain thoughts,
Will bring tears to our eyes,
Many questions we will hold,
And always wonder why.
Tom Maxwell copyright 05/03/06
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A beautiful poem I enjoyed reading and understanding. The last stanza touched me particularly. 'As we live out, Our limited time' - We are so ignorant about how limited that time could be! The poem gets a 5***** from me, the max!