Heath Gunn

Rookie - 68 Points (Sheffield, England)

The Passing Of Time - Poem by Heath Gunn

A day, a week, a month, a year,
time goes passing by.
Your life is slipping past you,
in the blinkig of an eye.

Do we make the most of all
the precious time we have?
Patch up rifts with family,
or hear our children laugh.

And when you're standing waiting
at the great big pearly gates.
Will you hand on heart declare,
you don't want death to wait? ?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, March 23, 2009


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