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Dear Those Awaiting Tomorrow

The days may feel slow

but I swear time passes so fast.

So this is me, telling you,

take advantage of the time you have.

 

Time is a complicated scenario

that cannot be described in any amount

of colorful adjectives.

 

Time is the dreams at your fingertips

and the bittersweet opportunities you can taste

at the tip of your tongue.

 

Time is the walk to the end of the shaky pier,

as the fluorescent red and pink sunset

fades to dusk.

 

Time is the moth that hopelessly follows the light.

 

It’s the rejected and the abandoned.

 

Time is the experience

behind a young soldiers

aging eyes.

 

Time is the constant reminder

that you will see someone take their last breath,

but you will never experience the last wave

climb upon the shore.

 

So don’t wait for the good

that’s coming tomorrow,

because what if tomorrow

never comes?

 

Time is limited,

now is infinite.

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Written by
tiffany-marie
American
Published
May 23, 2013
Lines·Words
28·153
Notes

In creative writing, we had to write a poem of advice to someone. This was my personal outcome.

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