Sometimes life seems to short,
We abuse what we have,
The moments we thought,
Would last forever,
Seem to slip from our hands.
The people we love,
Seem to slip away with time,
Our desires and dreams,
Seem to drift away,
To a place that can't be found.
Life is to short,
To live with regrets,
To have anger and hatred,
Sometimes there are no second chances,
Keep your loved ones close.
When the pages of life,
Slowly begin to turn,
Days seem like hours,
Years seem like days,
Life goes by far to fast.
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