Afflicted by the assurance
of tomorrow,
begets the experience,
sterilises potential,
and starves us of possibility.
All that has occurred,
will again and again.
Such a premise – not hope,
but complacency,
and reason to justify the past.
Today will always be
the moment you’ve been waiting for.
Time exists at no other time,
than the present –
oh, how the lazy mind
gets us every time!
Time is good you see?
time infuses tea.
As flavour is to wait,
age is to fate.
Love blossoms in time,
as does the mind.
Time sees out pain,
for nothing stays the same.
Wisdom comes with age,
with each turn of the page.
Look back and take a peek,
memory is such a sneak.
Youth be the embodiment of life?
Time will tell you otherwise.
Time is found,
when others are late,
golden moments,
that clear your head.
Don’t distract yourself,
or get worked up,
for waiting
is like buying time.
Savour these minutes,
enjoy the spare time,
so give thanks to those who are late,
it is a priceless gift.
Don’t run to your next appointment,
be late,
for he who is waiting,
will thank you for the time you gave.
Lewis Walddren 