Gift Of Time Poem by Paul Sebastian
Gift Of Time
O' time - that transient, fleeting thing!
Could one get more of it?
Hours of twenty-four, no more swings
King or beggar, share the same minute!
Life is within a gift-frame
To live one's best; to thrive
Life is played, as a winner's game
Aimless life, invites strive!
Moments here, make the best of it
Dwell not in the melancholic past
Moments lost, are forever buried!
Being one's best today; tomorrow, is blest!
Copyright @Paul Sebastian 2017
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