(c) 2017 Edward York
The days all blend together,
And fade into the one ahead.
We often seem to face them,
With some degree of dread.
In youth we seem to waste them,
In daydreams while we slack.
Oblivious to the passing,
Of days we can't get back.
Our outlook always changes,
As the days behind us grow.
Now the days come speeding by,
That we once thought moved too slow.
So I will leave you with this wisdom,
For the days that haven't past;
Just savor every moment,
Because it might be your last.
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lasergraph (
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Bravo, lasergraph! You speak (write) from my heart. I am in the exact same position as you so well write about in your poem. Time seems to fly! Never enough hours to do the things I want to do.
Thank you for a great poem!
time flows like water and I suspect much evaporates as it goes. It seems that way at least.
As teen, time seems endless, at mid-age, got the sense of time but no urgent feelings. At the moment, you start to look back or only few left in front, you just realized how precious each moment could be. A poem full of wisdom.
Thank you and a well stated comment that is exactly true.
Beautiful piece of wisdom that I often lack. I will try to savor all my moments. Thanks for sharing such a great piece of poetry!
Thank you for reading. You are still young enough to savor many moments.
So wise Laser!
Your poem is very meaningful
and well penned.
It’s a reminder for me to make every day that I’m with my mom very special for her! Since my dad died, she needs more attention every day!
Every single moment is precious. It is hard to lose a spouse. An event I have yet to experience and hope to avoid for a while.
Live in and savor the moment, indeed. Well penned, LG!
Too bad it didn't occur to me 40 years ago. I guess better late than never.
Lines of true wisdom and advice will never grow mundane dear poet friend - - a fine reminder of how precious the moment and thank you for sharing your thoughts on the subject.
I find more of these words of wisdom as I face my own mortality.
This write rings so true Ed. The older we get, it seems the hour glass is more like a minute glass. Life does go by too fast it seems. Great write and insightful poem.
Thank you. I like the term minute glass, very fitting. I may have to borrow that.
Yes Ed, please do. I'd be interested in seeing what you do with it. Something wonderful I'm sure.
Good write, every moment is precious and as you say we need to savour every one of them.
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