4/20/19

4/20/19

A 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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Amazingly written, the wisdom you hold really shows :)

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Added on April 21, 2019
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Tags: Learning, acceptance, growing, time, future, goals