THE CHOICE

My time on earth is very brief,

The things I do become a thief,

They steal from me my time to share,

They take from me my time to care,

Good intentions don’t mean much,

When I use them as a crutch,

I tell my family someday soon,

How many times have they heard that tune,

Someday is now and I must choose,m

To live in the now or I will lose,

The love of those that I hold dear,

The choice for me is very clear,

I will not squander one more minute,

I choose to be here fully present in it.

WENDY N

SON RICHARD N

CROSS CREEK PROGRAMS

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