This Blessed Life 

Some people just don’t appreciate clocks

and their cogs, gears or fine mechanisms.

They don’t understand the simple digits

of existence, it passes by uncounted.

.

They are blind to the faces that matter

and the moments they have in their hands

to cherish. They think they will have a

second chance or another tomorrow.

.

They never hear the rhythm of love

when it strikes, thinking they can rewind

the timepiece in their selfish bounds,

winding up not knowing what it’s all about.

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The pendulum sways and suddenly stops.

It is only then that reality

ticks the meaning of gratitude and

the precious gift of this blessed life.

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©Jacqui Slade

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