We seem to think that time stands still
Because we hardly notice when it passes
We sometimes forget that every minute counts
Even the minutes spent busying ourselves doing nothing
We only notice time in huge leaps –
In days, months and years
We overlook the fact that those days, months, years
Are made up of those seconds and minutes
That ticked by when we were not looking
Hi Favoured Girl,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your comment on my post and more importantly, for putting my blog on your blogroll.
I really enjoy reading your stories and found your poem on time quite apt.
Keep on churning out the stories and I look forward to your book being published.
Ciao,
The Wordsmythe
Oh sure. Time runs away with wings on his feet, without the thought of the sand flowing through his mind.Time seems to whizz by even faster as one becomes older too *sigh*
ReplyDeleteLovely told, you.
This reminds me of a quote from MLK:
ReplyDelete"The major problem of life is learning how to handle the costly interruptions. The door that slams shut, the plan that got sidetracked, the marriage that failed. Or that lovely poem that didn't get written because someone knocked on the door."
Life does go by ever so quietly that we hardly notice. Every day we are given 24 golden hours. The question is, "what do we do with them?"