The Present

Written by: Richard McClellan

As the sun rises, awaken to meet the day, one's first thought, what's gifted my way, ~*~ as each hour slips by, one by one, to two, each one to appreciate, waste not to endure, ~*~ the past is no gift, you know that so, the past is a memory, that's recalled, so n' so, ~*~ minute by minute, as each comes forth, the gift is no past, its the present of course!
Razorblade © 2012