Your time running out made me think of this song from decades back:
WHO KNOWS (WHERE THE TIME GOES)
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone…
Sometimes it can seem like too much of a luxury and we run around like headless chickens, trying to catch up to it and never quite making it. There never seems to be enough of it to fit in all we need and want, but we keep chasing it, hoping against hope it will have pity on us and wait for us. It never does :)
Sette -
You are so right! We must enjoy the time we have, we don't really know how much of it we have. We must not only enjoy it for ourselves, but share that joy with others.
I do agree my dear friend. I liked the old wisdom. "Do one thing daily you enjoy. Don't forget who you are." Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote