HOPE

"What oxygen is to the lung, such is hope for the meaning of life."

Sunday, December 4, 2011

THE POTTER’S CLAY HAVE DRIED




Live life to the full this day
In spite of what tomorrow may bring,
Don’t look back at yesterday
Today, shout and dance and sing

Our yesterdays cannot be redone
The Potter’s clay have dried,
Tomorrow hasn’t yet come
Today, breathe a breath of sigh

We were blessed with memory
For the next bridge that we cross,
Forgive and be no longer sorry
Times past is already lost

Be strong for the next grief
For soon it will be here,
Don’t live life in disbelief
For your soul would just be bare!

© Sheriff G Ali 2011

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