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Life....Metaphysical Sonnet 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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