Your springtime has gone.
Your summers have passed.
Autumn's now waving goodbye.
Now winter's cold breath
Breathes down your neck
As the seasons fade and die.
When you awake each day,
Never wish it away.
Life's too short as it is.
I know the sun doesn't shine
All of the time.
Yet still every day is a gift.
For none of us know
When a cruel wind may blow,
For life has no guarantees.
So thank God every day.
Live, love, and play,
Making unforgettable memories.
Life's A Fleeting Moment
Life
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2019 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
John Peter Read was born in the East End of London in 1948. He was brought up by his Nan and mother, as his father left home when he was 5 years old. At the age of 15, John left school with just a basic education. While in school, he wrote little rhymes just for fun. A couple of his religious poems were published by the Christian church in the...