86400 Seconds Poem
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EnglishVoice Age
Senior (55+)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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We're waiting for tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes. Our last breath is right up on our heels yet, we still refuse to run 86,400 seconds. And we're in another day all slipping through our fingers as we look the other way, days, weeks, months and years are made up of right now. A string of fleeting moments that we never can pin down. We gaze into the future as though it's where we're meant to be always planning for that day. When we can say we're happy. We spend so long looking forward that we may as well be blind since we don't see until the very end. All the things we've left behind. Now. I know it's just a theory, but I think I've worked out how the only way to happiness is to love what we have now.