Future
The future rides with every breath,
The future is life, and the future is death.
Make a life that feels so real.
Before death has a chance to conceal.
Hide in a mask of terror,
Behold your life much nearer.
Live in song of happy life
It always seems to be too rough
Fortune and fame you might not achieve,
But your place in life is destiny.
Living and loving is feeling it real,
Every good feeling has to appeal
Our life the future holds
With life, the future knows
I love daffodils in the spring.
(by ScottM praise tapdig com 1990)
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