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Jun 2018
For time has past me so many, many times,
Often I ask where did you go, barley knew you. Speeding passed me, due be your fines.
Yet I worry more often for a distant past and a future to be.
Yet not guaranteed to see my own tomorrow, so why not enjoy this very moment while we still young and free.

Young and free we all once were,
It's funny how when looking back at your past  always seems so far. All that we once were.
Miles and miles away our thinking takes us far away from living joyful in today.
So many moments wasted endlessly worrying about all the troubles that are and yet to be. Not enough time to fall on naked knees to pray.

But surely time where have you gone.
Would you not park peacefully by the corner of a life for a little while. Long before you are just long gone, just stay a little long.

Yet this should be a lesson to us all that the very time we live can be so short,
You may stay longer hours for the party, but time will already be home in bed. For neither shall it rest nor to spend itself in a resort.
Live it well in what's happening right now before it leaves many behind,
Never wake to another day with regrets of what could have been done many days before. Choose wisely for we all will have to decide.

On what shall each of us do next.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   JL Smith, mumu and Geanna
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