Time Is Precious

Time is precious.
Not much time; before . . .

I leav home . . .  and . . . 

I'm out on my own.

My life has flown by my big open eyes.
Only two years before . . .

I leav home . . . and . . .

I'm out on my own.

Time is precious.
Don't take it for granted; because . . . 
Before you know it . . . 

                        
                    You're all alone.
                            Away from home.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Loveless Avatar
August 21, 2009 at 11:40 AM
beautiful
Beaudre Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 9:24 PM
I love this poem, I got married and moved out almost a year ago, and I dont think either of us were ready, we were so homesick! all the years of wanting to get out, and then it happened and all we could think about was our families =[ amazing poem!
Brown Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 3:34 PM
I tell you what. My niece just went through this after she graduated. But it's going to be okay. She lived through it and you will too. Excellent write my dear friend. Love, Carol
Kendrick Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 3:18 PM
Scary huh. Nicely written. Keep writing. Sara
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