Life sifts through our fingers like grains of sand.
there is noway of stopping it
and so time remorselessly hurries on
till one day we stop and take a look.
Some waste away their lives wishing
and when they look in the mirror what do they see
a face that feels their age
having wasted it in the bed of life.
Others spend their lives living their dreams
and when they look in the mirror
they see a face that has lived its life
with only one regret - So little time.
And when Peter meets you at the gate
He will ask, "Did you use your gifts?"
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