I walk slower now, it’s
certain...
No more need to hurry,
For where is it I’m
headed now….
If not the lonely grave.
My thoughts, I find, they
wander back,
Some place called
yesteryear;
I see a young girl
singing there...
I’ve long forgot the
song.
I see the path she
travels on...
I scream… “Do not go
there!”
I see the jagged stone
ahead...
The path to her unseen.
My thoughts return
reality...
Still no need to hurry.
I take a look down at my
feet….
I feel the need to run.
I want to catch the
fleeting time…
Cause today to linger,
And as I view the path I
took…
I see God’s plan within.
I reach to savor moments
now…
Not grasp large clumps of
time.
Each golden sunrise,
clutch to me…
For I see tomorrow.
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