Thursday, September 24, 2015

There is always somewhere to go,
There is always something to do.
There is no time for hellos,
Sometimes we forget to say our goodbyes.
You know time is strange,
It slips through your fingers like fine sand.
You know time is strange,
One day you awake and the days are gone.
Count your days,
Measure the hours,
Time passes in a breath.
Count your blessings,
Each day is a gift,
One day you are here 
Tomorrow you may be gone.
Count your days
Measure the hours
One day you are running
The next you may be down.
The plans you make 
The dreams you have
They are like porcelain
A careless gust of the wind
And they are broken.
We know not what tomorrow brings,
Follow the heart wisely,
And live the day.

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