Freed From Time Limits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Freed From Time Limits
Time taking itself along our lives, expecting nothing,
giving not a nanosecond to us, just ticking along at
it's one speed.
On the other hand, we fill our calendars and agendas
with lists to do, having times in which to do each
thing.
Driving ourselves crazy, trying to rush around and get
everywhere on time, doing nothing spontaneously, giving
up our precious moments.
Inane reasons and tasks we assign ourselves, when will
there ever be time used for what it is, moments of our
life to be spent with family and friends spontaneously
and free of our calendars and agendas.
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5/24/2024 3:16:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem We tend to be so afraid of boredom, that we have forgotten how to make it silent. If our planning is not full, we tend to search for what to do, instead of just letting life happen. If our weekend planning at least would look like: letting life come, what a full life it would be. Thought provoking very good poem