Friday, November 18, 2005

Time

The past, is history
The future, a mystery
The now, is a gift
That's why it's called the "present"

We only live in the now. Make each now moment count!

3 Comments:

Blogger FrumGirl said...

I always loved this poem!

November 18, 2005 2:19 PM  
Blogger BarbaraFromCalifornia said...

Agreed. And it is also a good to be greatful and count one's blessings each and every moment, since, as I know, they may disolve in an instant.

Thank you for your kind words on my blog.

November 19, 2005 9:17 PM  
Blogger Pragmatician said...

Nice play of words

November 21, 2005 7:24 AM  

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