Impetuous

Impetuous is my middle name
An impromptu affair
That loves the spur of the moment
Loving life with no care
Looking for fun and a challenge
With adventures to explore
Laughing when dancing in the rain
For the now is so much more

But will the now catch up with me
Will it cease to be a craze
Will it offer less as time goes by
Will it cease to then amaze
For now is great and that’s just fine
But maybe then is best
For isn’t looking forward great
And all part of life’s zest?

So impulsive may suit me fine
And living in the now
But maybe there is so much more
If only I allow
A little time to think and plan
To wait expectantly
For delayed gratification
To kick in instantly

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The Waiting Game

Life is a waiting game
That waits for time to pass
For years to roll on; weeks to go
Days to fall through hour glass

For seed to turn to flower
For this to become that
For miracles to take their time
To come out of the hat

Where waiting is worthwhile
Where time allows the space
For hope and faith and patience to
Be born; to grow with grace

But in this instant world
Or quickness and great speed
The gift of time is lost as we
Think “now” is what we need

The fast replacing slow
The week done in a day
Where seconds have a price tag
And time cannot delay

Yet still each life must stand in line
For each to realise
That somethings come to those who wait
For then they get the prize

The Passage of Time (Photo credit: ToniVC)