A Gift Of Time

Poem By Theresa Ann Moore

Time is of the essence.
It is full of many presents.
Some blow up in our faces.
Others give loving embraces.

Comments about A Gift Of Time

Bittersweet. May life give you many loving embraces. Warm regards, Sandra
Cute, short, to the point, and sweet.
Well said, excellent little treasure Theresa.--Melvina--
You are clever not to mention an expert in saying so much in so few lines....This is the truth what you've written here, pure and simple facts...love this~~~~marci. :)
Theresa, your poems always have that human touch. Thankfully, everyone is receiving the same gift of equal time. Have you read my poem, 'It's About Time'?


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