Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Wasted Life

Water flows on a river,
Time passing unrestrained,
Living feeling for each day,
Every drop a heartbeat,
All bearing life,
Flowing from the mountain,
Through a barren land,
From the spring of our days,
Water not replenished,
As the springhead sees no rain,
And all which pours forth,
Is received unto the wind,
While the drying spring,
Awaits the fate of sand,
The cold embrace of ending,
Within eternal night,
For all we do adds scope,
To the eternal world beyond,
Perfection to perfection,
From the good within our hearts,
Making time a gift,
Beyond cost or compare,
And the wasting of this gift,
Is a wasted life.

No comments:

Post a Comment