Dream Poem

Live each day to the fullest

For Alexis From Your Mama

© Amy D. Liskey
Sitting on the steps, looking across the lake,
Wondering why, life at times, can seem great.
But in that second, it took me to just think,
My life could change, faster than a blink.

Is this a reason why we should always cherish?
Not knowing when loved ones may suddenly perish.
Living everyday, like it was our very last,
for our days could be very long or go by very fast

So I'll cherish and take nothing for granted,
not say things that shouldn't be chanted.
If this is the last day I have on this earth,
I accept my life, for what it's been worth.

Tomorrow isn't promised to young or old alike,
Today may be the last day I'm able to hold you tight.
Don't wait for tomorrow, do it all today,
If tomorrow never comes, you'll never regret a day.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • Hi, I loved your poems it really makes me think of life a different way and it really talks about me. How my life has REALLY changed from good to bad made me feel a lot better. I just need some help to understand the poetic devices in this poem like a simile or hyperbole and just wondering when were you born?? I'm studying in class about around what age makes you give out best poems so I'm looking for good ones to ask. Thanks hope its not too much work:) and this poem REALLY touched me and I'm 28!

    Christine, ON Submitted May 2012
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