Hey! Who stole the months
Who scavenged the years
Who hid away days
With no comfort or cheer
As looking back quickly
How fast time just flies
For May’s nearly over
It will soon be July
After June has but ended
Another year gone
A school year that is
But it won’t be too long
Til we’re decking the boughs
With holly and lights
For at this speed too soon
Christmas will be in sight
They come but once a year
A celebration of life
The good, the bad and the ugly
The old, the young
The happy, the sad
Indiscriminately ticking off the next number
But seriously! How many candles this year!?!?
They say you’re as old as you feel
But why this obsession at all
For there’s so much else other to think of
Less trip over years and then fall
I mean does it matter how long you’ve existed?
Do we care that some age or look more?
Or some are much younger and greener
Whilst preserving the years well for sure?
Does it really seem so very important
What number of birthdays you’ve had?
When really in essence the point is
Whether you’ve lived a life happy or sad
For some might just live for a short time
But the time that they have here on earth
Makes a difference that’s something amazing
Changing hearts by their virtue of birth
And some might breathe in over a century
With wisdom and stories to tell
Resonating in old age eternal
To then make that difference as well
So make age in fact just a number
Not an edict that summaries you
For what you do with the time that you have here
Is more vital and that is quite true!
English: sandglass that is part of interior Bonifacius-church, Medemblik, The Netherlands (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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