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Moment in Time

Moment in Time

Moment in Time

The world spins on its axis
Night darkens the light of day,
Summer follows winter and spring
Our times were made that way.

Yet we go on in our existence
Even if we want to or not,
For however much we fight it
We mostly have the life we've got.
For as we continue on our road,
Days will come that bring our turn.
To have some suffering to bear,
From which we need to learn.

For as our loved ones die on us
Others will come as we see them go.
Replaced by babes newly born,
In natures continuous flow.
So enjoy what you have now
For as long as you possibly can,
Because there is no certainty
Of the time scale given to man.

Waiting for exactly the right time
To do all that you want to do,
May catch you out very badly
And be totally denied to you.
Thus best appreciate it all now
Even if the truth hurts and numbs,
For however hard to accept it
Sometimes tomorrow never comes.

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Jim "The Lad" ....

My turn of suffering is now, and your nice write is an interesting read! all the best.................Jim

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Laurie Wilkinson

Thanks for that and sorry to read not a good time for you, sadly not me either.

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