There's so much to do.
So much to say.
We think we have all the time in world.
Truth is the time flys.
So much to do but so little time.
I'll hug you tommorow.
I'll say I'm sorry tommorow.
Say what you have to say today.
Tommorow may never come.
I'll win the war tommorow.
I'll be home tommorow.
Years fly by.
The soldier isn't home.
So little time.
Let's stop the hate.
There's so much to do.
So much to say.
So much to do but so little time.
So little time.
Please tell me what you think
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Time is indeed fleeting, and take it from someone much older than you...it goes just as fast as your poem suggests...and at this advanced age, I don't feel that I've had the time to do what needs to be done, to say the things that need to be said. There are people I love but do not tell, and if I die tomorrow, it'll never be said. Time to listen to your words and tell these people how I feel. Wise words.
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Amen...this is true...
...makes you think of those who you hold unforgiveness and bitterness towards...
Good write lil sis...
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Such truth in this write
Within a glimps a life is born and one so dies from selfish scorn . Keep the love out front I say and live to see another day
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