Time Is Limited
In our own time we find ourselves
Sure we try to push it toward the sun
Or down a driveway, into the street,
But it is not ours to push.
Someone else is in charge of how much time we have
We sometimes have a weird illusion it is us.
Snicker. Snicker.
But come on now. Think about it.
We do have a teensy bit of control of what we do with it.
Especially when we are young and carefree.
Less when we are parents, and children need to be fed.
Choose wisely how you spend it.
It is limited, so seek adventures that uplift you.
Find your tribe, those who nurture you and revere you.
Choose enthusiasm, passion, laughter, and love.
You never know how little time you have left
Until it is gone.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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