Yesterday is gone forever, today is all we've got. Tomorrow may never get to us, So, our time right now means a lot ! Sand in the hourglass slowly trickles like people every day leave this earth. We may be the next grain to fall, We control it no more than our birth ! Time is the essence of living..... Time is all the wealth we own. So, how can we say that a man is rich? When tomorrow he may be gone ! Cletus Hardiman chard10442@aol.com
Reason for writing:
I was just thinking how we sometimes take our life for granted........we do not know if we will be alive 5 minutes from now......(and now I guess I have become the Edgar Allen Poe of this time).....(for thinking "morbid") HA!
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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