While going through a book of my poetry on TIME, I came across this poem, and I thought I’d share it with you.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time,
People danced and sang and made merry.
Harvest times; good times
Winter larders would be well-stocked.
People worked together in the fields,
Raised their neighbor’s barns, helped out,
Took time to sit around their kitchen tables,
Break bread together, make time for tea,
Take time to ponder
Fruits of their labors, their futures, their navels,
Took time to be still,
To live in the moment.
Now, how many of us do this?
Do. That’s how we fill our time:
Doing, doing, doing…
Until we are spent,
All our allotted time spent.
Do we pause and just do nothing?
Not too often.
“I’m too busy,”
“Nope, can’t see you today.”
Time speeds up
We’re on a roller coaster,
Faster and faster we go
Till we can’t see straight,
Till we’ve altered our mood
And don’t have to think anymore.
Too busy to eat right
Too busy for friends
Too busy to create.
Seems, there’s not enough time,
Is there time to dance or sing?
Time to play?
Time to love?
Time is a gift,
Time is holy.
Why not treat it so, and live more fully?
Twenty-four beautiful hours a day.
May we use this gift well,
Not just let time pass us by.
©Melba Burns, June 22/ 05
(c) Melba Burns, February 17, 2014.
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