Not enough hours exist in a day,
To accomplish the goals that we set,
We have so little time to make our mark,
We must cherish each moment we get.
Most minutes we spend debating,
Upon what to do next,
Instead of improving our lives,
And those of people we have met.
What would happen if we lived,
Like our heartbeats had a limit?
What would happen if we saw a problem,
And devoted our lives to resolving it?
Less time must be devoted to outlines and lamentations,
Over everything that is flawed,
And every person who lacks ambition.
We must personify proactivity and believe in what we work with,
Only then will we disregard ticking Time and be content with how we spent it.
-AMK
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
L. M. Montogomery...Love her...:)
"Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it."
A Dream Within a Dream- E. A. P
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Kind Deeds
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the pleasant land.
This the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make this earth an Eden
Like the heaven above.
-Isaac Watts
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the pleasant land.
This the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make this earth an Eden
Like the heaven above.
-Isaac Watts
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