Ken

Borrowed Time

Life is just a journey, our bodies are just a shell.

Pathways to be chosen, attempting to avoid all hell.

 

Promised not tomorrow; we live only for today,

It is only borrowed time no matter what we say.

 

From the moment we are born, we are surely dying.

No matter what we do, there is no sense in crying.

 

Choices made are yours alone, only you can take the blame.

Bad decisions that you make will definitely bring you shame.

 

Years of youth filled with playing, laughter, and learning.

As adults we search for love; the need forever yearning.

 

Life’s too short to argue, grumble or even fight.

Say each day with these few words: I love you, good morning and goodnight.

 

Don’t take loved ones for granted. Live without regret.

For if they’re gone tomorrow, you’ll cherish the day you met.

 

To that special loved one of whom has captured your heart,

Tell them daily how much love them for one day you both shall part.

 

When the time comes and your life begins to cease,

Be sure that issues are resolved so that you may rest in peace.

 

Life is just a journey, our bodies are just a shell.

Pathways to be chosen, attempting to avoid all hell.



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