Every Single Day by Linda Ellis

Every Single Day
by Linda Ellis

Though we may battle our opponent - time,
someday we must admit defeat.
As the days run into weeks...and years,
too soon, a lifetime is complete.

But if the span of every lifetime
were cut into pieces with a knife,
then every single day would be
...a single slice of life.

And we'd be certain of the days we have
to laugh, to love... to live,
knowing just how much to take from life
...and just how much to give.

We'd divide our time accordingly,
say and do the things we'd need
because every single day to us
would then be, guaranteed.

But life is not indefinite;
time continues its forward stride...
and it may end before the laughter's done
and all the tears are cried.

So do what you feel you have to do
and say what you need to say.
Seize all the life contained within
every single day.

Say "I Love You" more often,
than just every now and then...
For you may not have the chance tomorrow
to say it once again.

Don't put off true happiness.
Don't put your hopes and dreams on a shelf.
Live every single day
as if it were a lifetime, in itself.

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Tendre la main/inconnu

Tenre la main
Auteur inconnu

Tendre la main est je l’avoue, un geste simple
Encore faut-il oser le faire, mais aussi recevoir
Le message qui retrace l’instant certes, humble
Dans ce cas précis, il n’est possible de décevoir.

Au-delà du geste, il y a ce langage tendre, muet
L’autre, devient riche à l’instant de ce partage
Cette richesse acquise, il en fera alors le guet
Afin de ne pas perdre, ce cadeau en héritage.

Cette main peut aussi essuyer, une petite larme
Née, d’une divergence d’opinion, qu’importe
Comment réagir, pleurer ou évoquer un drame
Parfois l’amour se transforme, devant une porte.

Qu’il est doux de croiser un regard, qui accepte
L’homme, tel qu’il est avec ses espoirs et trésors
Il est temps de laisser tomber, tous les préceptes
Que cette nuit d’automne, éloigne le dernier port.

Cette bouche rendue mélancolique, par la vie
Est invitée à apprendre à sourire, en ce temps
Où le lendemain hélas, n’est pas encore inscrit
La seconde passe, il suffit de vivre cet instant.

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