I know what I want to say and leave
how much is left read is paid for in time effort
writing like there is will be no tomorrow
because one day expired our time is spent;
therefore a question which needs to be asked
is what we will give and leave along the way
a smile a few kind words time given when needed
this is the gift given love defining some lives;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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