Poetry

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I am still young and keen;
But, I can not remember when I was seventeen.
Today is so vivid
That it makes yesterday quite livid.
Is that why you hear old people say,
"I can remember things that happen twenty years ago
better than today?"
When you get old do you quit making momories to last?
Is that why they so easily recollect times pass?
Every day make a memory to safely tuck away into your mind,
Because one day all that you may have is what
you left behind.
What of today, what of tomorrow, what of times pass--
Does the future really forever last?
God knows our troubles, and trials, and times,
Look not tomorrow for what today you can find.
Today, lift your voice and sing unto God your praise,
Because tomorrow may never hold your gaze.

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