Creative Ponderings - Poetry


Do you know when it’s too late for tomorrow?

When you don’t have Grace

- Life is too short

Grace is the rain and the sun on my feet

As I run..It puts the smile on my face

Enduring pain. Pressing on. This is the sure-tell sign that I’m alive.

The lines of time tell where one has gone.

A line at a time..we step into our fate.

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