The Seashore
Lying here on my back, With the cool breeze Blowing coldly I picked the pebbles And cast them straight into sea I never knew how much I had casted, Nor did I realize how much time I had spent, It was almost too late So late for me, To realize I had wasted the pebbles My shore, is the world My pebbles are those opportunities I have wasted But now, I’m determined to make the best use, Judicious use of my time Right on this seashore.
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