Too often we don't realizewhat we have until it is goneToo often we wait too late to say"I'm sorry... I was wrong."Sometimes it seems we hurt the oneswe hold dearest to our heartsAnd we allow foolish things to tearOur precious lives apartWe always hurt the one we loveThe one we shouldn't hurt at allWe always take the sweetest roseAnd crush it till the petals fallWe always break the kindest heartWith a hasty word we can't recallWe often forget to act with rightTo the one we love most of allToo often we listen to others wordPutting away trust to our belovedSuspicious and doubts then ariseAt last we have to pay the priceFar too many times we letUnimportant things into our mindsAnd then it's usually too lateTo see what made us blindSo be sure that you let people knowHow much they mean to youTake that time to say the wordsBefore your time is throughBe sure that you appreciateEverything you've gotAnd be thankful for the Little ThingsIn Life that mean a lot...
A person cannot run with money in his pockets. He must run with hope in his heart and dreams in his head.
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Little Things in Life
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* Growing Up
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