A Precious Gift
Life is such a precious gift.
that most take for granted.
I have done it as well.
By not living life to my
full potential each day.
Life is meant to be lived.
Dwelling on yesteryear
and shoulda, coulda and
woulda's is a waste of time.
As long as the sun rises,
one has a chance to do
much better with time.
When it's your final curtain
call, times up no do-overs.
Waking up and not living
your very best life is
likened to wasted time;
Wasted time=wasted life.
Life is a precious gift from,
up above, be intentional
on how you live life each day.
One never knows when they
are viewing their last sunset.
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2023
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