Precious Is Time, by waynecz Subscribe to rss feed for waynecz

Being to busy is no excuse! Moments in time pass us by only
once! Once gone, gone forever. Cheerish what we can when we
can!


Thinking outside the box
What most people don’t do
Thinking of all the little things
As time allows us to pass through

Ninety percent of the time
We are too busy to see
Things that often happen
To a loved one, you or me

I am now 40
And I seem to have a view
Of life at a stand point
Where there is no skew

I get so angry
When people want me to change
I feel they should just love me
Now is that so strange?

I have a way of seeing
Little things in a different light
Things that most people
Just do not have in sight

Life is too short
Eighty or ninety years as a high
After this short period
it is time for us to die

Then there is eternity
Time that goes on and on
As eighty or ninety years to eternity
Is a pebble in the pond

Think of the times we are called
to see something our child has done
but because we were busy
we miss the moment of fun

We need to take the time
Especially when a child calls your name
To see what they want
And make them feel no shame

You should not hurt 
their little heart, mind, and soul
Because you were to busy
And had to meet your goal

Time is so precious
I see this so well
And by writing this poem
I surely do tell

Once I give my child
Time he needs from me
I do things 
I find important, you see

I have a life
I have grown to love
I have a wife and children
A precious gift from God above

I don’t want to change 
Because someone wants me to
I want to live 
And do the things I want to do

I see eternity as a circle
With life as a dot in the middle
It is a view like this
That makes me look at things so little

So when my child or wife calls
I most generally go to see 
What that moment has
In store for me

Time is very precious
Moments are always passing us by
Stop what your doing
When you hear your name or your child cry




Copyright © waynster ... [2004-04-10 19:11:21]
Posted: 2005-06-20 00:12:57 UTC

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