Thomas Caswell Poet Lyric

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.....

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Poet Destroyer A April 16, 2016 at 4:44 PM thomas caswell, Nice to read your poem today. enjoyed ~LINDA~

Constance La France June 19, 2015 at 5:42 PM Thomas, so well written and so true, live today because tomorrow is not promised 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, the weathered door