Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Conscious With Purpose


The only time given to any of us that comes,
Are those moments we stay aware...
That a taking it for granted,
To walk on paths of despair...
Without believing every minute of it,
Could be changed if we decided...
The time given to us that comes,
Only can be improved...
If that choice is made and accepted,
As long as we remain conscious with purpose.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 16, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/15/2013 8:16:00 PM)

    remain conscious with purpose is important, thanks for sharing.
    I invite you to please read my poems and give your comment. (Report) Reply

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