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A Poem for Paul
by Suzane Bricker (USA)
Sometimes, a minute can seem like an hour;
Sometimes, a day can last too long.
But, then, one begins to wonder
How careless can we be?
When Destiny is before us,
When our days are not programmed by the clock,
But, instead, our hours are counted and measured,
And we do not know
The meaning of what lies ahead.
The future is what we plan for,
But, today is the only moment that we really have to share,
To cherish,
To reflect upon,
So that we do not forget
How precious time is,
And how each second that passes
Means memories we can no longer create.
How delicate life is,
How careless are we, if we choose to linger on regrets,
And how mindful we must be
To remember the sweetness of each instant
That cannot be repeated,
Because, like our future,
Our destiny is not our own.
And when we find that the road ahead
Compels us to wonder what we could
Still do to reach our goals,
The end of our travels
May be before us,
Before we have time to reflect upon
One more sunrise, and one more sweet flower
That shines in the sunlight, as each petal unfolds.
So, if we consider what we can do
To make our journey more memorable,
To walk the destiny
That we chose so long ago.
In fact, we may never learn to treasure each second,
If we cannot give thanks for the gifts before us right now.
Sometimes, a day can last too long.
But, then, one begins to wonder
How careless can we be?
When Destiny is before us,
When our days are not programmed by the clock,
But, instead, our hours are counted and measured,
And we do not know
The meaning of what lies ahead.
The future is what we plan for,
But, today is the only moment that we really have to share,
To cherish,
To reflect upon,
So that we do not forget
How precious time is,
And how each second that passes
Means memories we can no longer create.
How delicate life is,
How careless are we, if we choose to linger on regrets,
And how mindful we must be
To remember the sweetness of each instant
That cannot be repeated,
Because, like our future,
Our destiny is not our own.
And when we find that the road ahead
Compels us to wonder what we could
Still do to reach our goals,
The end of our travels
May be before us,
Before we have time to reflect upon
One more sunrise, and one more sweet flower
That shines in the sunlight, as each petal unfolds.
So, if we consider what we can do
To make our journey more memorable,
To walk the destiny
That we chose so long ago.
In fact, we may never learn to treasure each second,
If we cannot give thanks for the gifts before us right now.
