Precious Twenty Eight Thousands Days. Poem by SY Wong ...

Precious Twenty Eight Thousands Days.



Don't call any day bad.
There will be no same day
A day is a day
Every day is a different day andhas got an identity.
Call it good
Call everyday, a good day
That same day will never come again
Treat each day preciously
Twenty eight thousands worth or more
They flew by quickly!

Monday, March 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: day,time
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