|| It is Written ...|
|| Christopher W. Thomas (email@example.com) |
|| Wed Dec 2, 1998 at 11:59AM |
It is written ...
That the sun rises and sets
That darkness hangs between
That seasons change and let
Trees grow, then drop, leaves
That the winds will blow ...
And the rain will then fall ...
Sometimes becoming snow
As temperatures get cool ...
That babies will be born
And grown folks will smile
Even when it's 3 in the morn
And they've come many miles
That lightbulbs tend to expire
Signifying a wearing out ...
Just like clothes and other attire
Leaving absolutely no doubt ...
We all will pass thru this way just once
And each one of us has our time ...
So we may as well savor each chance
We have, to make every move chime ...
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
11:53am Wed. Dec. 3rd, 1998