In our lives we meet many people.
Many become acquaintances ,
Some we do not get on with,
A few become good friends
And even fewer we love.
But with them all
That come into our lives
They will all have a last day,
And we may never know
When that will be.
So when we live our lives
We must always cherish,
Cherish the people we love
All the time,
All the time they are in our lives.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2021 02:09
- Category: Reflection
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- User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments6
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Life may not always be a bowl of cherish .. but if we can spread a bit of it around here n there as we journey through it .. it surely will be a better place .. and since nothing rhymes with oranges, I think I'll leave it there ................ a sound bit of advice GF60 ............. N
That bowl of cherish can be ours to spread Neville, if only more would do so.
Andy
Yes Gold !! Cherish each relation and every one we come into contact., because everyone comes for a reason in our lives 🙂
Very true VS, everyone is there for a reason.
Andy
I love this message. Thank you for sharing.
My pleasure Rozina, thank you.
Andy
Boy don't we know it Andy..... this is creepy I know but lately I've been looking at strangers in parking lots and telling myself just that.... they'll be dead some day and then I see them lying in state.... just trying to get used to the idea I guess..... madness......
We certainly do Lorna.
Andy
Amen!
Thank you Mek.
Andy
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