Hurry, Hurry

Hurry, Hurry short poem

Uploaded by Randall Smith

Don’t look around,
Don’t stop and say hi.
No time for the flowers
You don’t see the sky.

When I get older,
Then I’ll slow down.
But now I must hurry,
Got to cover lots of ground.

Who has the most possessions
Will win the life game.
But once in the ground
All men are the same.

Your worth is not judged
By all the things you woen.
Your value in life
Is by what you have sown.

So hurry, hurry
To get to the end.
And then you die.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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