The Gift Of Time
Time should comfort us all...if we recognize its value.
You can feel great pain,
then there can be a better tomorrow.
You can dance in the warm summer rain,
washing away all your sorrow.
Imagining the future,
and the great possibilities it will hold.
But, you can see into the past and be sure
of all that you held dear before you were old.
Remember all the moments had,
and the ones that are yet to come.
You'll find reasons not to be so sad,
forgiving mistakes of the young and dumb.
Nothing is set in stone,
and there are many wonders still to be found.
When you're feeling down and alone,
you're just waiting for the excitement found in that next round.
Take comfort in the one thing we all have some of,
each day gives us more time to get it right.
You may still find that success, laughter, or love,
and if not, the clock starts over each and every night.
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Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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By Lindsey Altom4 days ago in Fiction
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Very insightful, thought-provoking poem!
Loved and subscribed! Can't wait to read more of your work! Consider having a look at money and if you like it, please subscribe... there's a lot to come!
Really like this one.
Nicely done. Very Profound 🙂
What a beautiful poem with such wonderful sentiment. Well done
Jason, that was awesome!!! 💖💕