Patiently seeking what was never lost,
Anciently wishing I could get back the time that was ever lost.
The bridge between the past and the future's plot.
"The present" only measured by our actions worth,
Our decisions cost
Our thoughtful wrath.
A second gone, is hauled to become past,
Bits of life gone in a flash.
Hence, in that sense,
What I'm writing now this second,
Becomes what I've written then.
And now you should comprehend,
Every second lost in the bits of our life can't be gotten,
Neither forgotten,
So savor every second like its the end,
If not now, then when?
YOU ARE READING
Soulful Art
PoetryComprising of various poems, in no particular order, I hope u guys love it. I hope this book reaches you in any way possible, and I hope its not too shabby.... your votes and comments matters a lot.....Love you guys
