Dvd Of My Life

Dvd Of My Life short poem

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I pressed PLAY and my life began to start,
The moments in my life had begun,
Each minute passed by, each beat of my heart,
A smile to give everyone.

I pressed FAST FORWARD so desperate to see,
Exactly what my life had in store,
Would it be everything I hoped it would be,
Or would I be left wanting more.

I hit REWIND this wasn’t the plan,
I’m met with such doubt and disdain,
This isn’t the person I know that I am,
Can I press the START button again?

I pressed EJECT I knew there were things,
In my life that just had to go,
I’d realised the sadness that they bring,
And how much I just didn’t know.

In that moment I realised that I had forgot,
I’d forgot because I didn’t know how,
I’d forgot to PAUSE never gave it a thought,
I need to live in the right here and now.

So back at the START but I know that this time
Will be different than it was before,
I’ve pressed Fast Forward, Pause and Rewind,
No need to EJECT anymore.

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