When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
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You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
