Time
As I sit and survey my life,
I think of all the cliches about time.
It waits for no man, it rolls on, it must not be wasted.
I recall in years gone by, how I laughed at these trite sayings,
and dismissed them with a careless wave of my hand.
And now, in the autumn of my life, with bittersweet regret,
I realize that I should not have dismissed them at all.
I give them serious consideration, and I ferverently wish for more time.
Indeed, it does roll on, it waits for no man, or woman for that matter,
and most of all it is a precious gift, not to be wasted.
Written June 9, 2009