The Sweetness of Time

Whoa there, sweet young thing.
Twenty-one-, twenty-four- twenty-nine-, thirty-five-year-old woman, queen.
What are you rushing for,
or towards?
There is time, and more than,
and none.
There will never be enough,
no matter how much you rush,
so why not discover,
who you are,
where you could go, and how far?
True, the more you know,
the more you have to lose, let go,
once that next sweet young overwhelming one
comes along and replaces your space with their own.
But it seems a small price to pay,
to get to have a say,
in the making of your baby’s tomorrow.
Time is not something you borrow.


2 comments so far

  1. moosilaneous on

    I hear you.
    Time is all we have, and yet we savour it so seldom.

  2. Lynn on

    Just lovely! And so thought provoking.

    In other news, I’ve posted up my contact info for submitting a post to read at Blog Out Loud. I’m going to hold you to it!

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