This Thing Called Life
This Thing Called Life'
This thing called life, today's tomorrows,
cheating Father time, we beg and we borrow,
for one more day to feel the sun upon our face,
knowing borrowed time,, we can never replace.
We position ourselves as the cream of the crop,
this thing called life, we know ultimately, will stop.
In the blink of an eye, we no longer exist,
this thing called life, we should never resist.
Man has pondered their plans that recede,
yet deep in their soul, they'd only deceive,
all those around them, but not Father Time,
So, live today, like there is no tomorrow,
'This Thing Called Life.....
Copyright © Thomas Caswell | Year Posted 2015
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