No time to sing,
No time to play,
No time for kindness,
Romance, no way!
No time to smile,
No time to laugh,
No time to dream…
What life is that?
Everyone here now,
Is alive and breathing…
But will you be among the few,
Who make time for LIVING?
You can stop,
To savor a sunset,
Smell a rose,
Or touch a heart…
Or would you rather,
Spend your days grave digging?
-Gilda Patricia
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What a lovely poem to start the week Gilda. A gentle reminder to take the foot off the gas and appreciate more of what Mother Nature has provided for us. Thank you.
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Thanks for your appreciation! May joy follow you this week🌻!
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Thank you Gilda. Have a joyful week also.
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wow!!! those last two lines, Gilda!!! EPIC!
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Thank you, thank you!!😘
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