When you die, you’re wiped off the face of the Earth…forever.
Your dreams and goals will never be fulfilled.
You leave behind everyone, everything.
There’s no going back and changing mistakes.
But, when you wake up in the morning, there is still time to change anything; achieve everything.
Your life, your next breath is not guaranteed.
Don’t wait till it’s too late.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
When you die, you’re wiped off the face of the Earth…forever.
Your dreams and goals will never be fulfilled.
You leave behind everyone, everything.
There’s no going back and changing mistakes.
But, when you wake up in the morning, there is still time to change anything; achieve everything.
Your life, your next breath is not guaranteed.
Don’t wait till it’s too late.
Not really a poem, rather thoughts I wanted to share.
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