Sunset - 1 minute read
I wrote this poem when the days began disappearing. I would wake- work- then bed. All too soon the day was ended.
This poem reminds me to make the most of my day-to use each waking moment which will never be repeated- to remember that there will never be one identically the same.
Whenever I read it, I am reminded to treasure the precious minutes of life, to value and to maximise the time that is given to us; to make memories that I can be proud of and that are worth treasuring……
Sunset
Another day passes
fleetingly
Another missed opportunity
Lost moments
became lost minutes
Multiplied into
lost hours
In which to
ensure that
We performed behaviours
in order to achieve
our life goal plans
Time passed too quickly
before, the time in the day
ran out.
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