I am aware of the sand
Running out of the Hour
Glass. Children do not
Reflect this image of
Passing time
They feel eternal youth
Experience the gift of
Elongated moments
They see no end
Therefore, they often
Waste precious moments
To be shared
Too late they may find
Them swept away by some
Powerful hand of fate
Left only with regrets
And a vacuum of endless
Time and space.
written by Pauline December,2006
copyright January,2007
2 comments:
I seem to waste a lot of time, too. This machine eats it!
Pauline, you put that so well. Beautiful. I had to get 'older' to really understand what the saying means about 'youth is wasted on the young'! :-)
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