Wake Up Call

Wake Up Call
Bittersweet the perfume of yesterdays memories
When life was good and the world
was a playground for life's fools.
Never believing that we would surrender life's tools

Always at hand upon demand
Now gone like grains of sand,
washed by the waves of life's reprimand.
Youth the blinder to all ..
refused to answer with respect
Now looks back in woeful retrospect

Gifts of life taken for
granted can be reclaimed
by the Masters Hand at
any given moment
A lesson some learn to late ..

Forgetting that life doesn't
always carry a rebate
So live your dreams now
before it becomes too late
Tomorrow is uncertain and
may not open the curtain
Looking beyond tomorrow
leaves nothing to fickle fate
Bonnie Ray
(All rights reserved)

3-5-2008


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