God granted me another day,
To use as I see fit.
But I spent my time making plans,
And wasted most of it.
So many things I could have done,
And so many things to see.
The choices that I could have made,
Were right in front of me.
I could have taken a walk outside,
And ran barefoot through the grass.
I could have seen a flock of geese,
And watched them as they pass.
The gifts in life are all around,
We just fail to see.
We can’t see the forest because,
It hides behind the tree.
We fail to see the beauty,
As the sunset ends the day.
And we don’t hear all the children
With their laughter as they play.
The things we take for granted,
As we think we aren’t done yet,
Will become important when we
Find it is the last day that we get.
(c) 2015 by Edward York
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You lived a lot of days, writing this in 1015?? heehee
Rapid fingers get me in trouble. I have lived a lot of days though, just not that many. 😀
Live your day, don't plan your day.
A deep topic illustrate in a easy way. Great poem.
Life is what happens while we are busy making plans.
Yes, when our numbers up, it's up. My problem is I do more adding to my bucket list than I do checking off what I've done. Great write laser. ; )
Very good write and so true, so many people are too busy worrying about what might happen to take time to look around them.
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