Out Of Season
 
Every day, live as if it were the last.
Make memories, give to yourself a past.
Don't look back thinking, what if I had done.
Look back thinking, some I lost, some I won.

Seems to be the best way to live, day by day.
It works well for my aptitude in so many a way.
Celebrate life, find yourself a most original reason.
Death will come and as you know, always out of season.


By panther811

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


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