Something Worth Noting

You see the great sorrows that made up the days of his life. Dwelled in the wishing that they both could have spoken their souls full expression while they were still here. No time left. Time can always be wasted. That is our diluted, estranged life's prank played upon itself. And we gladly greet it with the grin of a fool tangled up in his own snare. No doubt as we live for our gain and consider non other. Wandering eyes opened in blackest darkness. Sorrow is time gone. No man can ever make up for lost time, though there comes a time when every single soul would give anything to be able to do so. So love hard, love long, and love LOUDLY while we can... I had the choice. Choose to pay attention or choose to be distracted. Please don't do what I have done. -For you with love, T.W.C