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Nov 2021
Good thing's come to those who patiently wait;
regrets only happen if we're recklessly too late;
Words and action played at the right perfect time;
Sometimes at times hastily, or slowly a summit climb.

Making the first step what will it be is it now or never;
we gather to talkΒ Β all together will it be better sooner or later;
we can soar reach that dream mountain high slowly but surely;
or willingly save all lives in the way quickly in this common journey.

What will it be? What will it be? For all of us you and me;
Will we do it moderately intensely in what some degree;
Time is still moving continually even we're sound asleep;
When we're not careful we can slip and slide this journey's leap.

Stay calm we can also listen to the voice of the voiceless ones;
who knows they may have answers and good things will come;
Things are better done not having a clouded judgment;
A clouded head just brings carries storms it pours it sent.

If we sincerely meant what we all say and do;
there will be no worries for us we, me and you;
One common home, one journey for the common good;
Will we hunger for power while a brother/sister hunger for food?

One planet, one home a family sister/brotherhood of man;
One Creator for everything and everyone leaves no one;
impossible great things can be done if all together we can;
Believe trust each other we are one in our Creator's master plan.

Each one of us can do the best of what we have;
Are things done better in a state of hate or love?
At times we hate what we do but we needed to do it;
At times we love what we do but we needed to quit it.

We are all created uniquely differently us you and me;
different talents, great bright ideas, and countless ability;
we can use it for our vainglory or the good of humanity;
we humbly clearly see the glory of our Creator's ingenuity.

Seeing ourselves in this wide vast universe what are we;
At times we forgot we all were once a fragile infant baby;
Without someone's care an infant baby chance of survivability
is close to impossibility we all were once a baby us you and me.

In this great and wide universe we're all just an infant;
all of our living lives could just vanish in an instant;
Even our Creator is silent and seems in a distant;
Cares provide us with shelter water air and plants.

Like a Mother/Father takes care of his/her family and child;
Learn from our Creator how to take care of everyone far and wide;
Family does not leave a single one in traveling a journey ride;
even things seem so wild we can see the trust of a child.

That he/she can make it because there is someone who still cares;
We can also do it for everyone here, there, anywhere everywhere;
If we are aware we are once an infant child who needed care;
Now it's time for us to pay it forward a tender loving dare.
John Paul Subaldo Villanueva
Written by
John Paul Subaldo Villanueva  30/M/Philippines
(30/M/Philippines)   
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