Posted by Ben Naga
The past is a ghost
The future a flimsy dream
But tonight is ours
For treasuring each moment
Just as though it were our last
Posted on October 3, 2015, in Aphorisms, Poems and tagged Attitude, Death, Time. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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