what if today were all
we had left in this
world of infinite tomorrows promised
but never truly guaranteed to
arrive on our doorstep like
expected mail we take for
granted until the day it
stops coming altogether what if
we lived as if death
were breathing down our necks
not in terror but in
awareness of life's true value
would we still waste our
precious minutes on petty grudges
would we delay joy or
save love for another day
we would finally open the
gifts we've locked away inside
balance our souls like checkbooks
tallying debts and beautiful moments
finish each sunset with nothing
left unsaid unwritten undone untasted
time becomes an endless river
when each drop is savored
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gray0328 (
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Great metaphors in this poem. The last two lines resonated (time becomes an endless river when each drop is savored) A great question to which we should know the answer. Lovely
Thanks Soren, I appreciate your support and feedback
Enjoyed the metaphors you have used here gray. With limited time left, I think we would all take a good look at our priorities and put them in order prompto.
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