A time to adjust
It is known fact that body is subjected to decay
It may have to disappear in clay without any delay
No one may keep it in home for even one day
As it has no soul or life in it to lead the way
It has its stipulated and certain life span
One has to live with it and accordingly plan
It may not warn of its arrival and suddenly strike
One may watch it helplessly with like or dislikes
So it is uncertain whether one may last long to live
It is wholly dependent and got to believe
No one can stay here and choose heavenly course
Till that time comes he may enjoy it here of course
The world has not changed and remained same as before
Nothing new has taken place or come to the fore
It has to be understood plainly with true context
How do we know what is in store next?
Why not to shun the violence and choose peace?
Why not to allow some space to live at ease?
You are not first to realize it or even late
It is certain and can’t be attributed to fate
You are answerable to conduct and conscience
It is certain and not to be admitted in presence
Some of things can be done very easily
Rest of the things can be adjusted and spent happily
To your surprise you may see it happen
The process may not be all of sudden
It may yield surprises some days later
It must be accorded top priority matter
No one may shed tear when you depart
You think seriously and start
At later stage you will be down with humiliation
The conscious may bite and raise many questions
It is silly on our part to carry ill will
You have mind to take revenge and fill
You are well prepared to deliver the blow
There may be no easy calm to flow
One must keep away at certain age
It is right time to come out of the cage
It is time to assess and look back for review
The things may not be denied if it was due
It is not that difficult to adjust
One has right way of thinking and it is must
It has proper time and place
One can think over it and calmly face
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A last long
One may not last long to live
He is dependent and got to believe
He will be relieved only when is in heavenly course
Till that time he may enjoy it here of course
The world is same as it was this before
Nothing new has emerged or came to the fore
It has to be understood in its true context
What do we know what is in store next?
Why not to shun the violence and offer peace?
Why not to allow little breath to live at ease?
You are not first or going to be late
You must think and evaluate any rate
You are answerable to your own conscience
You don’t have to admit it in anybody’s presence
Some of things can done very easily
Rest of the things can be spent very happily
You see it yourself to happen
The process may not be all of sudden
It may yield fruits some times later
It must have top priority with subject matter
No one may take notice when you depart
There is still time left for very good start
You may be down with unbearable humiliation
You got to leave it behind with proper elevation
It is silly to carry the ill will
You must offer solace and try to fill
You may be able to sustain the blow
There may be long calm and peace to flow
It is not that difficult
You need to forget the insult
Honest try to rebuild the foundation
You may definitely have the support and validation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A time to bury sorrow
A time for you and a time for me,
to be whatever, we choose to be;
to set our sights, to reach the peak,
to realize goals, we truly seek.
A time to dwell. on things long past,
a time to think, on things that last;
on family, friends and things that matter,
on things that endure and do not scattter.
A time to laugh and a time to weep,
a time for treasured things to keep;
a time for reflection on how we feel,
a time to mend and a time to heal.
A time to live and a time to die,
a time for joy and a time to cry;
a time to smile and a time for tears,
a time for God to calm our fears.
A time to despose of loved ones dead,
A time to get on with the day ahead;
To blot out death and face the 'morrow,
To clear the mind and bury sorrow.
poem by David Lessard
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No more grief
It is humane to cry over split milk
Can not afford for cotton still long for silk
Exactly opposite to the God’s will
No happiness and contentment still
No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall
It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain
Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation
It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime
It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed
The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best
As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed
It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated
It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock
It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go
So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A minute away
I am minutes away from leaving this world
I remain unmoved and don’t develop any cold
It is time bid good bye and prepare for final departure
I remain calm and as usual not very sure
It is final count down and whistle is likely to blow
There won’t be any movement and body may go slow
It will slowly calm down with no sign of life
It has to leave for heavenly abode when it stops to breathe
There is sense of satisfaction on my face
Soon I will be lost and run out of race
Body may be cremated and here won’t be any trace
I shall unite there at my place with His grace
There nothing much to worry as I leave with satisfaction
Everything moved satisfactorily with all my actions
Now time has come and it will be soon over in fraction of seconds
I swim and sink for fresh air as fish in the ponds
The soul may not depart that easily for the want of desire
All relatives gather and all past deeds admire
It is their wish that I should depart without any pain
They pray for it and wish it should not go in vain
How one can see a person who remained so close for a long?
He might have caused damage or done something wrong
Still at the end of the time they wish happy journey
Everybody leaves behind bad memory including money
There remains desire for oasis water
We run all the time for needs to cater
Its futility will be realized at the end of tour
We may be leaving behind dark patches or slur
It is wisdom on the part of individual to rise
Act as honest man and possibly to remain wise
It is to be borne in mind for no regret at the time of demise
It will definitely take over with everybody’s surprise
There won’t be any time left for any regret
You must pass the things or allow letting
What is bound to happen may happen
It will be too late then
I always wished that end must be happy
It must be peaceful and without any worry
No one should be afraid of loosing the body
It may happen sooner or later to everybody
What do we leave behind for youngsters?
Who else will take care of our brothers and sisters?
This is routine matter and may take its own course
You should feel nothing and have any remorse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Home
(charlie smalls)
Think of home
Home
When I think of home
I think of a place where theres love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing
Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin the scene, makes it all clean
Maybe theres a chance for me to go back there
Now that I have some direction
It would sure be nice to be back home
Where theres love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again
Suddenly my world has changed its face
But I still know where Im going
I have had my mind spun around in space
And yet Ive watched it growing
If youre listning god
Please dont make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we run away
Should we try and stay
Or would it be better just to let things be?
Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So its real, real to me
And Ive learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like me
Like home...
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Live Life Right (song)
These days just keep goin' by
It seems like I'm loosein' my life
The whole world is flyin' by me as i stand still
I start walkin' slowly as it passes before my eyes
Am i loosing my life
Or am i the only one takein' my time
Everyone seems to be in a hurry
Why can't we all slow down and take a break
Set aside all our problems in life
Just raise up your glasses and live your life right
Why are young people in such a hurry to grow old
While the old people wish they were young once again
Why do we wish for things that will never come true
And chase silly dreams the you know aren't for you
All these silly dreams and wishes are just a waste of time
Why spend your life chasing the horizon when you could be haveing fun
Everyone seems to be in a hurry
Why can't we all slow down and look around
Just set aside all our problems in life
Raise up our glasses and live life right
Life is to short to go chasing dreams you'll never catch
So just slow down and take your time
And try to do your best
Cause you only get one chance to live your life
So you better live it like the life u want to live
And don't let anyone tell you other wise
Cause if you let other people control your life
then you'll live your life always asking why
poem by Angelica Boyce
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The Things I Carry
One pair of feet pointed directly toward the door and
A mind that doesn't know where to begin or how to
Finish anything. Really
I've got
This thirst I can quench only for a few days at a time when
I can write something down and as
I do I can
Feel every part of myself
Fall into place it's like, I swear it was just like
Every autumn I spent napping with my father before we laid him down in
Lake Michigan to rest the world felt so much
More in tune with his harmony to bring up the pitch and
I need the world to know who gave me these eyes
This laugh and these jointy legs are not mine they are
My father's;
Sometimes I live up in the air and rejoice with all
The world's choruses and
Sometimes I live down low for such
empty things
There are lines that travel down and there are ones that go
Straight through intersections without checking but
my own lines have grown
so much that the more I push them,
aside in order to look beneath them,
I end up in a thousand
parts and places, all over again after swearing
to myself
to never
travel back to again,
I push them
aside and when I do, I don't know why but I keep looking
over and over
in the same place for some camouflaged answer explaining why
I do
the things
I do
The things I carry with me and
The tenderness that still dwells below my skull remind me
That we carry heaven and hell with us in unusual ways;
I can either wait
A long
Humble time for the roads to lead me somewhere more like home
Or I
Can start forging
My own way through it and if I can't do that any other way
Than by means of a pen then so be it
Because when I have a pen in my hand I can be an artist
Instead of a half-full head of curly hair resting on top of
The shell of someone I don't even know the last name of but
in the eyes of my seven-year-old sister
I am a song
so I will refuse to hide all of my scars and
I won't try to lessen the things that I carry for my own back's sake
poem by Eden Gaiski
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An end for creatures
I shall long to live forever
Though no time is left however
We are not immortal and have to depart
Life is lived in equal parts
It is not for us to think differently
There is natural law in force currently
It may knock you in time very gently
You may depart very silently
Think of uncertain things in cycle
One has to under go and perform in circle
We are confined to limited space
Lot many things we have to face
Peaceful end only when you are at ease
All unnecessary activities must cease
Eyes set on final departure
There lay an end for beautiful creture
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Choose to Live Life
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.
Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.
Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.
Choose to live your life.
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.
Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fate Factor
You choose your fate
By the things you do
If you are good
Your fate will be too
Fate does not choose you
It won’t take time to choose you
Just watch what you do
And fate will be good to you
A fate worse than death
For being bad that’s what you get
I’ve been there and back
So I know the facts
Take my advice
Live life right
Just do onto others good
And fate will do onto you
Follow one of the golden rules
Do onto others what you,
Want them to do onto you
And that’s how you choose your fate
poem by LaTisha Parkinson
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I Do Not Want To Go
'No, No, No, I don't want to go'
Time has not yet come for me to show
To the world that I have left this world for simple reason
I want to live here for some more years as a wealthy person
What I have seen in this world up to this time?
Childhood has consumed most part of the time
Where was I given choice to act of my own?
Now only I have come across and known
I spent time recklessly in young age
I did lots of bad things which can not be written on page
'Poor adventurous age' so I too followed same
It too passed off and this old age suddenly came
I did lot many things to corner enough of wealth
I knew I had no time so did not care even about health
I employed all tricks and fooled the people
Got as much as I wanted and finished the struggle
As soon as I realized that now is time to rest
This death bell rang to wind up my life's best
How can God be that cruel to impose such will?
I am afraid that not much time is left still
What will happen to my palatial building?
And to those precious emeralds which are in hiding?
Oh no God, give me some more time to adjust
I have no one so close here to whom I can trust
Now I realize why people wake up in late age
Wind up everything in time and skillfully manage
Now I am caught in cross fire and can't resign
I shall soon be put on fire and body may be consigned to flame
Give me some more time for worship as I followed nothing
Life was enjoyed as if it may not have any end for something
I repent now for not having utilized it in best way
The death lords may come anytime and take me away
Still I wish that I could be spared
To think about death I shouldn't be dared
Wealth, property and ornaments I have adored
It may all now be of no use and stored
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A next uncertainty
Think of uncertain tomorrow
You have nothing to retain or show
You must plan and lie low
The situation may not permit you or allow
You may not find the light
Even thought you may right
The situation may be very tight
You will loose the goal or sight
The day is spent with hectic activities
You are dying very hard to prove the ability
There is no favorable balance sheet
No one is prepared to see you or to greet
You will not have bright start
Even though you may be confident and look very smart
The things may prove contrary and opposite
You may have no peace or respite
Nights are cool and pleasant
It may remind you of the present
You constantly think and remain absent
You have lot many things to plan and repent
You go to sleep in every night
You are flooded with ideas weather wrong or right
The mind is not at arest and continue to fight
It is mental condition that allows you some respite
In sleep you are no more with conscience
The solid reasons are still not found out by science
It is fact that you are literally no more
Your body lay unconscious and lay before
The flesh and body are true representative
They are reflective and indicative
It is considered as an object
No one can outrightly reject
You have lot many blows to sustain
The body is to run and regularly maintain
Rest everything is left to almighty
If that does not come through then we can feel sorry and pity
Your future aspiration should not deceive you
This is nearly a fact and very true
It can take place and happen
It may be gradual or all of sudden
Who can guarantee us of safe return?
One has to depart turn by turn
It is destined and decided in advance
One must look back and think at once
No one can predict future course
It is not in our hand of course
We can only hope and go ahead
There is someone else for us to lead
We are given a shape like clay pot
We are created and given a special slot
It is our turn to prove it worth while
This can not be considered as style
It will better if we know
There will be every opportunity to grow
We are likely to emerge as successful man
The same credit is also given to woman
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enjoy More
I had lot more to enjoy than to loose
Between the devil and good I had to choose
It was going to be different universe in a long way
I was to catch child’s finger in fateful days
I was criminal in all the respects
Some people were fearful of my acts
I could sense the way they would prefer to react
Something was forcing them back in fact
I am earthy man with full of lovely feeling
The criminal past forbids me to stop further killings
I saw the changes when I declined to be blind
As at home wife had delivered beautiful child
“Is the world so beautiful to live in? ”
“Can there be more losses with gain”
I was puzzled to read in between lines
But fact remained there that I was feeling fine
She was for all smile when noticed some changes
I was changing fast with resolve to manage
No more hatred and wrong acts in coming days
I held her hand with promise in distinct way
How come one factor can change entire life?
I had performed all the acts with use of knife
Taken lots of lives for the self protection
Now I have decided to go in for corrective action
Lovely child reminds me of beautiful days ahead
I want the life to be completely different and lead
Let whole world gun for my life if they prefer
But I shall stand fast and may not like to suffer any more
The child has brought good fortune
May be at right time to change the tune?
Sing a song of total harmony with relative peace at heart
No one teaches anything but comes as surprise with good start
It may not be smooth transformation
But I am at rest with no more questions
Life can be led differently at any time
Little divine grace is needed sometimes
What kind of medicine can be useful for sound health?
Can worldly pleasures bring change with enough of wealth?
I find none but yes to some unforeseen development
It is altogether blessings in disguise with slight improvement
If there was to be best place for criminals in world
Nobody would have thought it for second and turn cold
At given point of time something struck to the mind
We may be different person with all changes to find
I want no more past history
I wish not to feel sad and carry
Let it remain buried for good
I have come to sense and lately understood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
song performed by by Zug Izland
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My Life
My life
Can be challenged and diffcult
We all that bad and good days
I can’t give up on myself because
It’s not going good or my way
I shouldn’t let anyone make my choices
I’m not going to listen to them
All of is nonsense and they're waste of time to me
It my decision that going happen in
My life
There is no time to lose
Life is too short to do that
You don’t realized it until something tragedy happen
I’m sick and tired of sitting at home and doing nothing all day
Staring at clock won’t make it go by fast
Time to go out there and achieve my dreams
That what I’m here for
As well have fun like partying
Wohooo come on this
My life
I’m going live this way
I will chill and enjoy the summer
I want to try new adventures and new things
I want to see what I’m good and not good at
I have no time to waste
I want to travel and see whole world
Anything is possible is you just believe it
Hey who can’t blame me
This is
My life
Not your
So live it to fullest and what’s going to happen is up to me
I’m 18 years old
It’s laid in my hand
There is going to be time when I’m down,
Other time I be all happy and good mood
There is nothing going stop me and going bring me down because they are jerk
Nothing to worry about them, but me
I have no regrets, now I finally forget the pasts and memories of you for good
I feel so good again
Summer has changes me and
My life
If you need me I’m not here right now
I’m out having good time
Seven days a week
I’m going live this way and is
My life
Times where I’m going to lose and win
Is ok I’m fine with it
I go with flow
Is rocking right now and good life I have now
My life
poem by Christina Phan
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The Game of Death
I lift you up, just to dropp you
Condemnation is my praise
I lower your spirit down to the ground
So my spirit I can raise
It’s not the choices that I have made
For they are justified
My actions make you guilty
Before you have been tried
I think of you like a mirror
My reflection is what I see
You are not to be just who you are
But just an extension of me
My way of life is selfish
Expectations fill my soul
For you are a puppet tied on my string
And I must have full control
The things that truly matter
Are the things that I desire
And when my world starts burning up
I throw you in the fire
I spend my time all for myself
This is the gift I give
I sacrifice all other souls
It is my life to live
Another’s wants, another’s needs
Must follow after mine
Just worship me just as I am
You walked into my shrine
My time is spent, I’ll just take yours
And there’s nothing I’ll give back
I wonder why you hurt so much
I wonder what you lack
It’s never me, it’s always you
Do just as I say
I’ll sacrifice your tomorrow
For the things I want today
If this poem it sounds familiar
For 'your' actions, you always blame
The spirit of another
You’re wrapped in Satan’s game
In a game there is a winner
Which means someone has to lose
So live a life or play a game
That is your choice to choose
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Time waits...
Time waits for none
Neither it spares nor saves any one
Restlessly you may watch as time is ticking on
Life is to be won or simply it is gone
Resent nothing as it doesn't belongs to you
I don't say it may be wholly true
Life is place to enjoy and prove
Cautiously approach and simply move
It is constant process
You should have master key for access
Nature never locks its secrets
You have vision and will power to let
Go all out to enjoy at heart
That is called human art
You may be at odd and find no good start
But they are all inseparable part
Be little ahead of time
It may help sometimes
You may not escape dragnet
But certainly know the fate
Time and destiny both are decided
Only time and place is to be coincided
That may come soon and catch you unaware
Move in time with all preparedness and dare
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Time, Perhaps
Time perhaps, for wonder –
to look around in awe
at how all that surrounds us
has somehow come about..
we who do not even know
how to grow a fingernail…
time perhaps, for gratitude –
for what we have already,
forgetting for a moment, our desires…
we who have forgotten
whom or how to thank..
time perhaps, for praise –
if not the Lawyer, praise the laws…
if not the lover, praise the love…
we who might become
praiseworthy through our praise…
time perhaps, for imagination –
to consider how things might be,
for then they might become…
we who have the world itself
inside us, just as much as that
great cosmos that’s out there…
time perhaps, for simplicity –
to pare life down to those things
which give us greatest joy –
and then, enjoy them all the more…
we who love complexity
when masquerading as the new…
time perhaps, for time –
to live a measured calm
of stillness, peace and rest
and find the joy there all the time …
we who ceaselessly invent
the labour-saving, and then find
ourselves a slave to these new toys…
time perhaps, to transcend time –
and live a timely life
of timeless joy; and know then,
all that’s not been mentioned here…
we who have yet to know
what human beings really are…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Like No Tomorrow
It's time to live life like there's no tomorrow
Time to forget all the sorrow
Move on and trust
Do not put your faith in that which may rust
Or which moth may devour
Or things that go sour
Instead live your life without that doubt and disbelief
Throw away your grief
Make the most of that day
So that you won't have to say
I wish I would've done better, because you'll have done your best
And shrugged off the worry about the rest
But how does one achieve such peace and rest?
Put your trust in
The One who takes away sin
The only and true God, who gives such peace and joy
The one who gives a purpose and more than that... one you will enjoy
A purpose that is fulfilling
Just be willing
For once humble yourself and have faith, and live your life
Like there's no tomorrow
Because one day there really won't be, face it with no strife
And no fear, although the way is narrow
There is One with the power to pull you through
Who makes all things new
Be ready for that tomorrow where there is none
Live like there's no tomorrow because tomorrow there is no tomorrow
my son.
poem by David Knox
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