Time
We always say that we have plenty of time,
plenty of time to enjoy our life, to do this or that
truth is we do not know how much time we truly possess
When we are young, time means nothing and we wish it away
we want it to fly, we want to be older, we think, we obsess
before we can comprehend, its over, it is gone in a blink
When you get older you understand time is everything.
you sit and pray for more time, you wish you had not wished it away
you wish you had not gotten older, you dream of a younger you
you wish you had made time to give time it's value
but time just continues on; and before we know it, our time is gone.
What remains is the regretful sorrow of the things we left
for the tomorrows of tomorrow; the things we didn't say,
the times we didn't treasure. the minutes, the hours,
the days we didn't cherish, the chances we didn't take
the relationships we were afraid to have,
and the decisions we waited too long to make.
Live my friends as if every moment were your last
be kind and loving to yourself and everyone you come upon
for time is but a fleeting gift, and tomorrow may never come.
Copyright © Carmen Sunshine | Year Posted 2014
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