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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Past, Present, Future</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i lived in the past for so long<br>that the present was always unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now i always look ahead at all the possibilities<br>and there is so much, that i now see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel<br>and my thoughts being poured through a funnel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the past is the past, and that's where it will stay<br>and in the present, we have to find a better way.<br>for the present will soon be our past<br>and if we don't do something, it will not last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we must always look to the future<br>for it is only twenty four hours away<br>then it will be our past<br>and we have so much to do and say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i look at life, i truely have to laugh<br>today is our future and tomorrow it'll be our past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now that i have you confused as to what i am<br>trying to say.<br> i guess i will try' to put it a better way'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we all tend to procrastinate<br> always leaving it for tomorrow.<br>but! what if you don't see tomorrow.<br>and today you did'nt accomplish that task<br>how will you be remembered<br> if the present you left for last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>when we leave this material world<br>and our souls soar up in the sky<br>we will still have our memories<br>and that we can rely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> for when we get up there(if we do) <br>your soul will have carried all that you did<br>in this life<br>and the memories of friends, family<br>husband, or wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now when you look down on all that you had did<br>and asking yourself the question.<br>did i use my time, the way it was<br>meant to be? <br>or did i procrastinate, that others now speak of me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we all have to work in order to survive.<br>but we must stop on occasion to smell the flowers.<br>and to enjoy all that we was given<br>otherwise how can you call this living.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (my thoughts: the words and stories were given to me.<br>so that i could write them down, for al the world to see.) <br> this is my philosophy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louis+Rams">Louis Rams</a><div class=q>
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a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel
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