PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

if i wake in the morrow

will it be the same

what new trials will today bring

will there be laughter

or tears of sorrow

what journeys lie before me

what adventures cross my path

My heart whispers to me

and the spirit guides

I shall treat today as if it my last

fore time shall not be wasted

wasted time is to waste the beauty of nature

or the song of the birds

to be so rushed that you can't smell the roses,

or see the beauty in a smile

is to be so rushed that you won't notice til your six feet in the ground



Cx Patterson