![]() 4/20/19A Poem by Andre Peterson
Time means everything to me.
Unique in essence as this moment will never come again. The moment we first met. The times I walked the halls alone, balancing myself so I would not fall. And before me I see my empire rise as a silver wraith passes before my eyes. I form a heritage for my sons in which they can one day stand proud. I carefully critique myself now so I may relax behind an old oak desk in the coming years time. It's not about hopes of admiration for my fortunes that I acquire. But simply the hope that I spent my time building my character in which I can inspire. A lifetime lacks devotion if you hold onto the past. Believe in the moment, the passion that comes with it and savor all of life's prizes. © 2019 Andre Peterson |
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