New post from RG983
The past for the future, tis’ present of ours,
Time, tis’ strong fleeting- for us to count;
Few minutes, which art left to reach the end;
O don’t fail mine words, tis’ not end to life;
Ah! Am welcome to expound, the vastness of being.
But if ye art finding, everlasting true presence,
The frame shall forbid ye wish to last;
Oh! A way-out is there, to work out in present,
Tis’ ye deeds to perform, with fineness in the passing space;
With determination to dream the daylight of destiny,
Falling on ye; sprinkling success to paint,
Desires, with blissful mind & peaceful soul.
Holy Bible, tis’ suggesting, “Never waste precious time”,
For failure seems weary, when dreaming- A crime.