61. If This Day Is My Last
If this day is my last,
I will be rejoicing,
Reminiscing my memories since my life came to being.
I will spend this day only by praying
If this day is my last,
I will be rejoicing,
Reminiscing my memories since my life came to being.
I will spend this day only by praying
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Famous Poem
It doesn't interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
I love this more than words. I think of these words often, especially in times that I feel as though I haven't done much through the years, and I'm sweetly reminded that I HAVE done so much!...
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If I were to leave this world today, I'd want to be remembered, it's true,
for going that extra mile just to show my love for you.
I'd want for you to be proud of me and know I always tried.
When you hurt, I did, too; your tears I also cried.
Beautiful poem. It inspires me a lot with Einstein's words, "Try not to be a success but of value." It goes into my inner core and resonates a deep feeling in me, to live a purposeful life....
Famous Poem
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
Famous Poem
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
How wonderful to stop, really see, and appreciate what nature gives us. I too love the crashing waves, the dancing flames and beautiful smells around us, we need to be mindful of every moment...
Hell is other people.
-Jean-Paul Sartre
Hell is other people who
That's so true. I am from somewhere where flat girls are considered beautiful. My friends often make fun of me because I am not flat like them, and it often makes me cry, but now I'm used to...
I walk slowly down the streets paved with sadness,
Addicts begging for favors and pleading for change,
Desperation plagues their dark hollow eyes
And their hearts, they are empty and I
When my father died, I though my world had died too. I no longer cared about anything, things I once cared about had no meaning, no worth. Unfortunately, this included not only material...
Why do we begin if we don't plan to finish?
Why do we love if we don't want to get hurt?
Why do we live if someday we must die?
Why do we smile if we really hurt inside?
Most of the answers to this poem in my eyes would be hope.
There are only a handful of people
You'll meet in life
That truly touch your heart
And make you glad you're alive
Our son, Christian, passed away suddenly at the age of 26 on October 20th, 2006. I came across this poem; it reminded me so much of our Christian. He had that type of personality and the...
As I walk through life,
I look at all I have done.
I had wandered aimlessly
And wondered what I have become.
A wonderful poem and every word is true. At the moment, a dreadful trauma my hubby is going through, that goes for me too. He was suddenly struck down with sepsis and was seriously ill. He...
He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.