God's Abundance Poem by Tom Zart

Do not squander the passing time
For that's what life is made of
Never put off till tomorrow
Your time with those you love.

Enjoy the blessing of each day
And trust not for tomorrow.
We can't recall our yesterdays
Though their loss gives us sorrow.

Our world resembles a ruthless game
Where all are eager players.
There's smiles of joy and tears of woe
With hate, lust, love and prayers.

Our world is cruel to those who feel
And a joke to those who think.
Like the wind blown pages of a book
Our years fly by in a blink.

Gather your pleasures while you may
While the days you have left last.
Try to become more than you are
Before you're part of the past.

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