Poetry ~ Time: Thank You.

When you choose to spend time on you or anyone.
It means you are giving a sliver of your life to them.

A gift.

No matter how small that time period might be.
See it as precious.

It is given to everyone but no one can ever reproduce it.

Always remember to be thankful for any time given.
Never forget to spend time wisely.

So, thank you for giving a slice of your life to read this.

Poetry ~ The Mustard of Forgiveness

Mind-set in stone,
Made of Jello that is fluid,
By way of thought.

Premature stream made of cheese.

Without change there is death.
Without identity, life there is not.

Neither, mild nor is it plain.
The hot sauce of pain.

So, onward scribe…

But, do not forget the mustard of forgiveness!