Passing the time, while wishing for more,
Stumbling aimlessly through each day,
Focussing on all the little things,
Missing the point at which we stray.
A blinkered vision of a shallow life,
Blending days with weeks and years,
Forgotten dreams as life moves on,
At a pace too fast for tears.
Drifting along to the sound of Spring,
Enticed by the summer sun,
Catching a glimpse as autumn comes around,
And decades pass in turn.
With age and experience now to hand,
And a twist of time to reflect,
The little things seem blurry now,
As we see clearly all we neglect.
With renewed values and a broader vision,
We start each day anew,
Embracing life and slowing down,
To get a better view.
Savour each season, feel the crush of the sun,
Take time out to see what’s real,
Tip-toe through life it’s your only one,
And time is ticking at your heel.