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By Tom Barton Submitted by The_poet Date: 2003 Feb 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.13.17.43.909]] |
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As I look into the bright blue sky,the clouds they float high above me.Rays of sunshine penitrate,To touch lightly on the earth.As I lay on my blanket of green grass I look up with wonder.In what timeline am I in? I know not in the begining. But am I in the middle or closer to the end? Will there be an end?Or is the world we live in now what some people think of a hell.My Dad said you create your own hell.As he may have done in his life.Those words are so true. You can make life as bad as you want it to be.Or you can make it the heaven on earth you always wanted .Our life as we know it is so short. Fifty or seventy, eighty or ninty. Just a speck of time in this world that has seen so many things of splendor.But has also seen lives start and end. A world that has seen Gods and wars.A world that has seen men on the moon.Seeking new planets to survey. What will the nex't two thousand years bring.Cures for the ill? Help for the homeless?A new world where we don't have throw away children. A world where life is worth living. Where life is still worth something.Life should be the most valuable thing in this world. Because it puts you in this world. And only time can take it away.Enjoy the sky so blue. Wonder what is above the clouds. But wonder, Always wonder about the world you live in.Treasure each moment,Hold tight to every friend. Because a good friend is so hard to find. True loves come only once.Real true loves need only to be found once.For they are for a lifetime.And a lifetime is never what we think it to be. We don't really want to know what a lifetime is. NOW DO WE? Thanks for your time. the _poet |