Keith Jeffries



We know not the hour nor the day,

the voice of wisdom does readily say.

Our allotted time be it short or long is tenuous,

but not without a sense of some purpose.


Our earthly pilgrimage is one of a transient nature,

for there is nothing that is permanent for sure.

Like a summer's breeze through the trees,

it comes and goes with only itself to please.


whilst here amidst joy, trial and sadness,

we should strive to do well and be a success.

To be loving, generous and forever kind,

before the day when we shall be resigned.


We may never see old age or die young,

with a life that remains unsung.

Whatever our destiny we can be assured,

that all will be well if we have loved and persevered. 

  • Author: Keith Jeffries (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2023 17:18
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  • Bobby O

    No matter what. It seems to say don’t hide emotion and take the present as precious as the future is not assured. I like it

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