As I've grown older, my priorities have changed.
Things I thought important have been re-arranged.
When we're young we don't see we've been blessed.
What we want most is to better than the rest.
How foolish to waste those precious years.
It seems to be empty between our ears.
Hopefully there's an awakening foolish things put away.
Learn to live for tomorrow not just for today.
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Randy6 (
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I've made it a priority to read this poem, and to say good write R!
Thank you Randy 6
I learned long ago to pay attention to what comes tomorrow; and although I think it is necessary for survival, it comes at a price. Nice write Randy6.
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