Every moment, bursting with possibility,
Each day, the chance to make our lives anew.
To have or be anything,
Our desires, to enjoy and do.
But with the years we’ve become jaded;
Life’s sparkle has all but faded.
The hurts of the past lead us to mistrust;
Our dreams and inspiration, to gather dust.
But do we want to live our lives this way;
Impoverished of spirit, with even more to pay?
Or do we grasp each moment’s opportunity;
Our chance to delight for an eternity?
Born again to life’s unending joy;
Like a cherub with her shiny new toy.
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