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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 12:44 pm
Today Is The Very First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life
This is the beginning of a new day.
I have been given this day
to use as I WILL.
I can waste it...
or use it for good,
But what I do today is important,
Because I am exchanging
a day of my life for it!
When tomorrow comes,
this day will be gone forever,
Leaving in its place
something that I have traded for it.
I want it to be gain,
and not loss;
Good and not evil;
success and not failure;
In order that I shall not regret
the price I have paid for it.
I will try just for today,
for you never fail until you stop trying.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 3:35 am
Your poem makes me very sad. I want to get up and trade this day for something worthwhile. It makes me happy to think at least one person might achieve the worthwhile trade but until then I see me and everyone around me being sucked into a souless void of time, moments leaping from our grasp, floating away in a mocking way. Then the realization comes that watching the moment go by just gave another moment the time to slip by.
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