Poddar's article reminded me of this poem I wrote years ago when I was going through a stressful time in my life. Suicide was an option at that time, but as the last lines indicate I opted not to go that route. I am happy now, just think of all the good friends and good times I would have missed.
TIME
When you are young time has no meaning, when you are young time goes slow.
When you get older time seems to flee, and you wonder, where, where did it go?
When I was young I wasted my time, I knew I had more then I needed.
Those older and wiser warned me, but of course their advice went unheeded.
Reflecting on my past I wonder, where my time has all gone.
I went through people as I did time, and now I am all alone.
All of my life was not wasted, there are times I would never change.
But too many things that have happened, I would gladly now rearrange.
There is nothing that I can do to change time, I can’t relive my past.
I can only cling to my memories, those will forever last.
The future is so uncertain, no way to predict how’ll it’ll turn.
Life doesn’t always give what we want, that’s one thing in time we all learn.
What about the future, what about the time up ahead?
Will it will be time I will cherish, will it be time I will dread?
Although my life’s not been perfect, I would never ever forsake it,
So I’ll just try to be happy, after all life’s what you make it.
Lionel A. LaVergne author of Houston Beast and Innocence Lost. A Loup-Garou
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Peace
With who we are,
Where we are,
Where we are going,
Can be a very illusive thing.
From the day we are born,
We struggle, we strive,
Each day to become more independent.
Babies
Who want to crawl, to walk, to run
Children
Longing to go to school,
To sleep over with a friend
Teenagers
Who don't like to be told what to do,
Or who to answer to,
Peace
With who we are,
Where we are,
Where we are going,
Can be a very illusive thing.
When united together
We are wed,
We wait
For our first home,
For financial security,
For the babies to come,
Only,
Rushing from one stage to the next,
When will they sleep through the night
When will they crawl, When will they walk,
When will they be in school,
When will they be old enough to leave without a baby-sitter,
When will they understand,
We only try to help.
Peace
With who we are,
Where we are,
Where we are going,
Can be a very illusive thing.
When the children are older, we will....
When the children are in school, we will...
When the children are in college, we will...
When the children are on their own, we will...
When the house is paid, we will...
When work slows down, we will...
When we retire, we will....
Peace
With who we are,
Where we are,
Where we are going,
Can be a very illusive thing.
But as time goes by,
We realize,
That,
Life is a very illusive thing,
It's essence slowly slides by without recognition,
Without receiving the attention it deserves,
Until,
We realize that it's gone.
We can never go back...
To see that baby's beautiful smile,
And wet sloppy kiss,
To hold her crushed flower to our nose to smell,
To snuggle with a story to read on a rainy day,
To place that gentle hand on a teenager's shoulder,
And smile, but not say "I told you so"
To watch the sun set over the beach with the love of your life,
Instead
We rushed from one harbor to the next
Never staying long enough to enjoy the sights
The smells, the people,
Life has taught me well,
Enjoy each moment,
Savor the time
For today never returns
And,
Tomorrow may never come.
You ask me how I know this
I've been there my friend.
© 12-21-98
D. Marie Victoriana Weaver
I once chatted with this lady ... and a southern lady she is ... and wise beyond her years
Gigi
How to Get There From Here
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool;
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental;
To reach out for another is to risk involvement;
To expose feelings is to risk exposing our true self;
To place your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss;
To love is to risk not being loved in return;
To live is to risk dying;
To hope is to risk despair;
To try at all is to risk failure;
But to risk we must,
Because the greatest hazard in life
Is to risk nothing.
The man, the woman,
Who risks nothing, does nothing,
Has nothing, is nothing.
Love,
Gigi