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LIFE! LIFE!

How precious are days of our lives 
In a blink of an eye and we are gone 

Seems like only yesterday 
We were children playing in the sand 
Without care not knowing fear

Then we are greeted by aches, pains 
Confined and restrained 
Watching our lives slip away 

We must live life to the full
Like a bullfighter 
We must grab life by the horns 
Look into it's eyes and realize 
That life is a gift to be shared 
And not squandered with selfish ways 

So lend a helping hand to your fellow man 
Show kindness when the need presents itself 

Be colorblind but not unkind 
For the way we live our lives 
Define a good woman or a good man 

Live, love, laugh
Encourage, build up one and other 
Never look down on a sister or brother 
For we are all sheep of the same pasture
No matter size or color 

How precious is the days of our lives 
In a blink of an eye..
And we are gone.

Wilford Barker.

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Jim "The Lad" ....

cool write!! I'm with you!...................................................................Jim

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linda lank

well worded excellent poetry I agree life is too short although living in Gods presence is living life too the fullest if you have time i wrote  a new one called forever take a look Linda keep writing your good at it bravo 

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