FRIDAY WRITINGS Magaly suggested we find something old and give it new life. I found this golden oldie from my days as a lady executive longing for some peace and quiet. Now I'm on the other side, having the time to savor I longed for all that time ago. There seems little that needs to be changed! It's a nice reminder of how I looked forward to these quiet times....a peek at the me who used to be! I'm sending good wishes to Magaly for a quick recovery!
As I speed along the highway
In the usual morning race
My thoughts turn back to other times
When life had a slower pace
When there was time for dreaming
And wriggling my toes in the mud
And close examination
Of each leaf and flower and bud.
For listening to autumn breezes
As they rustled through fields of grain
And for smelling the wondrous fresh bouquet
Of a late spring evening rain
For idling under a shade tree
When no one knew where I was
And studying the intricate mechanics
Of what makes bumblebees buzz.
For listening to trills of songbirds
As they flit from tree to tree
While I looked for four-leaf clovers
In grass like a great green sea.
It seems now my days are so busy
These pleasures are things of the past
I try to find time for dreaming
But life races by too fast
I think of the time when I’m older,
With time on my hands again.
How I’ll treasure those special moments
Much moreso than I did then.
For God in his infinite wisdom
Has bestowed a very great favor
What in youth we take for granted
In old age we have time to savor.
