Create the Past
Still at the office working alone
and hours had past since his staff had gone home.
He’d promised his wife that he’d be home on time
but pressures of work abound on his mind.
Loved ones at home who he seldom did see
had waited once more before starting their tea.
His food on the table now cold on the plate,
I don’t think he knows that this life doesn’t wait.
One day he’ll wake up and find life’s passed him by
and then realise that there’s things you can’t buy.
The present and past are just moments in time
and the moments lost now forever you’ll pine.
So seek out the things that mean most to you
and use all your moments to keep your heart true.
Ignore all the things that are eating your time
and make sure your past was a time most divine.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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