Life is so short, it slips through our hands,
Like waves on the shore or soft drifting sands.
We worry, we wish, we wait for the more,
While blessings surround us, right at our door.
We gossip, we grumble, we chase and compare,
Ignoring the beauty that's already there.
We sweat the small stuff, we lose our own peace,
While moments of magic and joy slowly cease.
But life is so fragile, it turns in a blink,
A smile disappears, a heart starts to sink.
So pause for a breath, let gratitude grow,
And cherish the love that quietly flows.
Don't wait for the perfect, the grand or the new—
The simple, the present, is sacred and true.
You're blessed beyond measure, believe it, be still—
Let thankfulness rise, let your spirit refill.
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