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squandering talented gifts
given for the purpose to uplift
is a truckload of regretfulness
if you leave your thoughts
lying around some one liable
entitle to come around and
pick 'em up off the ground
now don't be mad because
you failed to write 'em down
but didn't because it didn't
sound as profound as it does
now flowing out some one
else's mouth capturing the
attention of a eager crowd
when it all started in your
pondering mind it came to
you it was your time what
once was yours could be
mine or any one else's it
depends on who hits it first
and gets disbursed from
the purse of the universe
now think about that, waste
not the gift within if you do
it can easily turn to a curse
it's work to be done even if you
not the one who gets it "done"
