Let’s start with this poem
Time is endless but goes too fast.
You long for the future, then yearn for the past.
Summer’s heat quickly turns to frost,
A child grows, their innocence lost.
Time forever slips away,
With the setting sun and each dawn of a day.
The blossoms give way to falling leaves,
Another life taken; their family grieves.
Time can pass quickly, there’s never enough.
You miss when it was easy; now life is too tough.
The long hot days yield to the winter chill,
A new life begins, while another stops still.
Time is something you can never gain,
It only passes and brings new pain.
A warm spring shower turns to freezing snow,
People enter your life, only to leave you and go.
Time reminds you of all that you’ve lost,
You try and regain it, but there’s always a cost.
The warmth of the sun bows down to the cold,
A person once young, now frail and old.
Time is wasted every day,
Spent on moments that fade away.
So think carefully, think wisely about what you will do
With the limited time that is given to you.
By Ebony Black
Published by Family Friend Poems October 25, 2021
https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/time-47
Time waits for no man is probably one of the hardest truths out here.
Time really doesn’t wait for you.
It doesn’t wait for you to adjust to change or allow you to learn how to exist in the newness of things or spaces.
It doesn’t wait for you to hurt and feel and process all the motions.
It doesn’t wait for you to first figure things out and then continue once you’re all set.
It keeps moving. It leaves less for you to have. Less of it to have with people, with things and with places.
So it’s then necessary amidst everything to somehow find a way to live a full life.
To make every minute count.
To treasure each moment that you have.
To allow perspective in life allows you to still be okay with existing when there isn’t clarity in every aspect of your life.
Experiences show you that time can feel long and it can also feel short; and ultimately, that it will never quite be enough. So this is your reminder to cease the moment. They may not all be , but some of them are gonna be the good old days some day. Don’t look back regretting, wishing you could have made a little merry.
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