Time Out
Every day held the promise of a new adventure
with a myriad of new and exciting discoveries
unfettered by the hard experiences of life.
My world was eternal in its optimism,
love abounded in every situation
and time had no meaning;
for an excited child
the years tick
so slowly
by
.
a
day
was as
a thousand
years when you
were unable to see
the significance in the
passing of the hours, but
as the cycles of the seasons
sped by, the years grew shorter
and the constant pendulum swing
echoed the highs and lows of presence
within a contracted frame of decrepitude.
Live, therefore. Seize the day. Waste not one
moment in regret for what has gone before you.
Take chances. Make room for risk. Do something
every day which scares you-for the day will come
and all too soon ‘ere the tattler raps his final beat.
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