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How much time slips through young fingers
While we wait for inspiration,
Muddle through mediocrity,
Stuck in the imaginary web of our worries.
Just as words are forever, so are the actions we don’t take.
Regret is for the hasty and the timid alike.
“What would you attempt if you knew you would succeed?”
A caring word,
An action worthy of your talents.
Worry is a heavy suitcase.
Your talent is not a burden, it’s a chariot.
Sometimes God walks among men,
But his home is in the sky.
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Melissa
Melissa
13 years ago

I am really enjoying your writing! A large number of your poems strike a chord with me. Thanks for sharing : )

Melissa

CMC
CMC
13 years ago

Awesome! Thanks for letting me know : )