Don't Wait 📝

A revolving door of faces, fading fast,

A parade of hellos, future turning past.

I watched them come, I watched them disappear,

A silent lesson whispered in my ear.

A promise forged, a pact I made within,

To speak the words that tremble on my skin.

For time's a thief, a fleeting, fragile thing,

No guarantee another dawn will bring.

Perhaps my dreams will wither on the vine,

Perhaps my goals will never truly shine.

But in the face of fate's capricious hand,

I hold control of words, across the land.

A power potent, in the spoken phrase,

A tool to build, to mend, in countless ways.

A gift to wield, a force to set us free,

The art of voice, the master key.

I've grasped the grace of gratitude's embrace,

A thankful heart, reflecting in my face.

And let no soul declare that love is frail,

A weakness shown, a story destined to fail.

For whispers rise when absence fills the air,

Of missed connections, burdens hard to bear.

A grand performance, staged when it's too late,

While silence reigned before, behind the gate.

So let the game begin, with hearts laid bare,

Let kindness blossom, love beyond compare.

Show and give love today, with open hand,

Before the shifting sands erase the land.