The journey

by molly   Feb 15, 2007


As fast as a shooting star gets lost in the night sky;
so does our time on this earth.
Some people watch their life go by;
Others discover days have high worth.

Opportunities, just next door,
waiting, ready to be taken advantage of,
a time machine nowhere to be found,
this realization gives a shove.

Time is running out;
better pick up the pace,
there is no room for doubt,
life is a brisk race.

But do not travel too fast
or life will not mean a thing;
just learn from the past
and the fulfilling wisdom it can bring.

Every path has a puddle,
some generate quite a splash,
we can not afford our goals to muddle,
or to get caught up in worldly trash.

Busyness creeps in like a snake,
sometimes it changes the shade of light
trying to make us break,
but an occasional breather makes everything all right.

Like an ocean, life is deep.
Understanding of the purpose takes hard work.
Happiness does not come cheap.
Fake idols make people go berserk.

Appearance means zero.
Standing for people who cannot stand
makes you a hero,
respect should be a demand.

In the end it is not going to matter
what skin color we had,
if we have gotten fatter,
or if we acted bad.

The outside can be deceiving.
Skin and hair should not make us care,
in the end it is what we are leaving.
No significance comes from what we wear.

God does not care about popularity.
In his eyes we are all the same.
Reputation brings no clarity.
In heaven, it will bring no fame.

Life is what we make it.
Attitude means everything.
The foot does not step forward when we quit.
A positive approach makes us more successful than a king.

Going far in life is a frequent dream .
This depends on our hearts, souls, and minds.
If we have the courage to be supreme,
then we will find fortune of all kinds.

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