The MomentA Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks
Worrying about the past and trying to turn back the clock, is like trying to put a key in a combination lock. Fretting over the future, over what tomorrow might bring, is like mouthing all of the words when you really want to sing. Living in the present day, the moment is all that matters. Accepting All as part of you, all your lonliness scatters.
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5 Reviews Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on February 19, 2008 AuthorMelanie Jane Boicourt ShanksFort Wayne, INAboutI have been writing since I knew how. Before that I would just draw pictures to tell a story. My true passion is poetic lyrics. That is mostly what I am inspired to write. I have been dabbling in othe.. more..Writing
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