There’s just not enough time!
Up at dawn, or before,
Doing the things I need to do,
Or doing the things I want to do.
Can’t fit it all in,
Things come to mind
That need doing,
Then words like these come
And I have to write.
Always writing,
Always writing in the morning,
Occasionally in the evening.
But when lunch time comes
I need to stop,
Lunch calls,
Then rest calls,
As my life stops in the afternoons.
That time when I just sit,
Sit and read,
Listen to music,
And fall into my dream world
Where relaxation is to the fore,
Until that time when dinner calls.
And into the kitchen I go
Cook my meal,
Eat it,
And then I am awake again,
Ready to write words,
Read the words of others.
Then it’s time for bed!
What happened to the day?
It just went in a moment!
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Where time goes no man knows
Day then night
dark then light
Or is it the other way round?
Which ever way round
The time of day rushed past
And time is never found.
Gosh - we must be poets !😊
No, no chance!
You enjoying yourself then? Does time go quickly when one is enjoying oneself, as the saying goes?
All I know is time went very slowly in 1066. Not an enjoyable time, cos I turned up!
It certainly does.
Love this my friend and feel that time slipping through my hand! Funny that this was the last one I have time to read lol
Yes Dan, time just seems to fly by when we are doing things we want to do.
Great observation Andy
Where does the time go?
Where does the rubber go from car tyres?
Where do the clouds go when it doesn't rain
Where do odd socks go
I guess we'll never know
No we will never know but during that time we must enjoy every moment.
Oh Yes!
Lucky you! You wouldn't have it any other way.
So true d a.
As my good friend says "wash, rinse and repeat." LOL Well done, Andy
Yep, that’s the way to do .
HI UNCLE ANDY : ANGELA HERE : Missed your Musings & Music. Several of Mine & Brians extended Familes are good Pianists and I try ! Love CHOPIN and *Drawing Room Soirees !" The Piano can be a very intimate instrument !
TIME &TIDE wait for no Man (or Woman) and BRIAN & I have both mused on the fact that ever Human gets 24 hours (gratis) every day. Some like the Mad March Hare are always in a hurry and others like Bagpuss always have time to spare ! Is it a question of ORGANISATION ? Im very organised but some days seem to need 48 Hours !
Blessings & Peace to you & Joyce
Love as always ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thank you for your fine comments Angela, 24 hours just does not seem enough sometimes.
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