It Is All About A Choice

Life Poems Short

Poem

 

When seven is early and eight is late,
I came to Ninasam and got it straight.
There are some places which make you feel like a clean slate.
When seven is early and eight is late.

Its time to make up your mind in this race, before the sun comes out and the dawn breaks.
When seven is early and eight is late.
Before the birds start chirping and the insects awake, you have to fly up with the sun or fetch your way through the rays.
When seven is early and eight is late.

Know your true self or follow through the craze.
Life is short and death won’t be too late.
Quit being busy and clear the frivolous haze.
When seven is early and eight is late.

Each one’s self esteem is at stake, when power destroys and power creates.
Often seven is early and eight is late.

When truth is real and truth is fake,
its time to make up your mind in this race, before the sun comes out and the dawn breaks.
Seven is early and eight is late.

 

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Photograph by Redd Angelo

 

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