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A lifetime is like a gift.
Each day lived is like a tresure.
Our final hours are never thought of,
so the values of life go unmeasured.
Your last day can be tomorrow.
I may never be seen again,
but life is too precious to be living in sorrow.
Remember to enjoy life now and then.
Some tresures don't last.
A life's final hours are unknown,
so don't go through life so fast.
Look around
and take in the little gifts around you,
because life is something which we can never be forever bound.
Listen to life's sounds and do everything you wished to do.
Enjoy your treasure from above,
and fill your days with joy from the start.
Find pleasure in laughter, life, and love,
and follow the dreams from your heart.
- by The Bored Procrastinator |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/26/2010 |
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- Title: LIfe
- Artist: The Bored Procrastinator
- Description: Something I just made up in my spare time. One of my first poems, so I don't know howwell it is.
- Date: 07/26/2010
- Tags: life
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