One Day
24 Hours
1440 Minutes
84400 Seconds
Where did it go?
What did you accomplish?
Are you proud of how you
spent this Time...or filled
with regret?
Did you make it meaningful
and learn something new, or
watch it slowly tick by
...without a thought or clue?
The Past is done and cannot be
rearranged. The Future is being
written as we breathe, beneath
the Present's uncertain gaze.
Waste not these moments...gifts
you think may never cease, for
we know not what Time is left
...before mortality makes us All
beggars...hoping the Universe hears
our fragile pleas!
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Author:
Michael A. McGuire (
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