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Full Throttle

Fast and furious we live our lives always at full speed ahead never taking time to look outside of the window to see around our head All of the life and laughter we miss always going full throttle rushing to get here and there much too busy to be aware But then one day the engine fails and we look in the rearview mirror ask ourselves what'd we see as we sail what did we do on our journeys here How sad we are when we realize that life is not intended to be a race looking in the mirror, there is no face only dotted lines and blurred visions arise No ribbons, cups, or prizes only one who realizes life is like an empty bottle cuz we always took it Full Throttle

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/14/2009 4:32:00 PM
When we go "full throttle," there is no time to "stop and smell the roses." In the end, we find what you describe so well..."Life is like an empty bottle." You make the reader want to live life to the fullest, taking joy in every moment. Outstanding poem, TuLisha! I shared your poem on friendship with some of my friends via email. Waiting for their responses. Love, Carolyn
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