Categories: Time
No time to count stars or to make daisy chains
To wait on bridges to watch the trains
No time to just sit and admire Grandma knit
To enjoy baby’s smile, watch sheep jump a stile.
No time to sit beneath the trees
Delight in sunlight filtering through leaves.
Listen to grasses gently swaying
Whispering as if they are quietly praying.
No time to smell roses along the way
Or admire the sunset at the end of the day.
It is certainly sad if I don’t have time
To count the seconds till Big Ben chimes.
Reminding me that time’s passing by
And so much to savour before I die.
So many good things, completely free
Before I pass out of time to eternity.
And no time to hear what God has to say
“I’m just too busy. Go away!”
