Our Tomorrows

Minutes fold into hours,
hours fold into days
and days fold into years
that quickly disappear away.

One day we are young
and then we are old
as time carries on
until we are no more.

In our universe,
we are alive no more
than a giant's
blink of an eye.

We strive to be remembered
in whatever field
we inspire to do
and never to be forgotten.

We try to live
a life to full measure
as if our tomorrows
depend on our today's.

11 June 2012

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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