Take Hold

Precious moments, gone, lost to the bane of indifference

So much opportunity, so much of a life’s wonder now gone to waste

Such a travesty of spirit, missed out on blessings

And we sit, watching them all go by

Over and over, unheeding of the luring offer

Take hold I tell you young one

Waste not your short time given

Let not you find yourself old in regret

In regret with short time left

Take Hold

Steve Easy Whitacre

 

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