This Day Called Life
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This Day Called Life
This day called life the hours pass by, Minutes and seconds until the time we die, Hardly we learn what the moments are worth, 'Til we face our end looking back at our birth. Regretting the errs that are now clear to see but tangled and twisted at the time that they be. How foolishness ruled us when stakes were so high, We deemed so important things that flutter and fly. No word is so bitter or cruel as'Hindsight', As the morning of our lifetime turns into night. |
Submitted on 2006-10-15 19:36:18 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| Coulda, shoulda, woulda. Dont we all know that. Good to see you again, Dan. It's been a while. I'm kinda, sorta back here again. Walked over here to see if your still hanging in there. Regretting the errs that are now clear to see but tangled and twisted at the time that they be. Truer words were never spoken. Talk to you soon. Carol | Posted on 2006-12-07 00:00:00 | by wannabe1 | [ Reply to This ] | I thought this was really good. It flowed well and had some ideas in it that I really liked. I've tried writing poems that rhyme before and I could never manage it as well as this...or at all really...so I admire your writing ability and your way with words. This truly is very good. | | Posted on 2006-10-15 00:00:00 | by Cat | [ Reply to This ] | |
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