Priorities Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Racing to keep up
falling behind too,
living by the clock
is all I seem to do.

I need to let go;
invest in things
that really matter.
Write a new poem,
telephone chatter,
do a little shopping;
buy a garden hat,
do a little this
then do a little that.
Plant a lovely garden
and see how it grows,
let the flowers
tell me
all I need to know.

There is more to life
than watching a clock;
governed
by every little tick
and every tock.

A life fully lived,
each and every day;
is in all those precious moments
the clock....
lets slip away