But, wait......I am that 75 year old woman.
Wasn't it just yesterday that I was jumping in the brightly colored leaves my Daddy had raked up in our yard?
Wasn't it then that I road my bicycle around the block time after time?
Didn't I just dress my cat up in doll clothes and push her around in my doll buggy?
Didn't we just see our daughters off to college? Can it be possible their children are college graduates now?
And, was it really almost 30 years ago, I ran as fast as my 45 year old legs would carry me, arm in arm with the other Mimi to gaze with awe at our beautiful first born grandson?
Didn't I just talk to my mother on the phone? No, couldn't have been because she has been gone almost 15 years.
Where does time go?
Years ago I wrote the following poem:
What have you done
With the time that God gave?
Have you spent it all wisely
Or become just it's slave?
From the time of our birth,
'Till the time that one dies,
We're allotted so much,
But, oh, how it flies!
Do you remember the feeling
You had at age eight?
"It's time for my birthday
And, I just can't wait!"
"For then I'll be nine,
And, then I'll be ten,"
Oh, don't you wish
You could go back until then?
Suppose that you could...
That you could rearrange?
Are there things in your life
That you might want to change?
Are there things you have done?
Are there things you have said?
As you look to the past,
Do these race through your head?
Time is a gift
From the Father above.
There's a time to be quiet,
To listen.....to love.
A time to be thankful,
Be grateful....be kind.
To speak with a friend,
It's all ours....yours and mine.
Take time to consider
The hours that have passed.
Were they foolishly wasted?
They could be your last.
Copyright: Jo Ann- September 1969
"My life is no longer than my hand! My whole lifetime is but a moment to you. Proud man! Frail as breath! A shadow! And all his busy rushing ends in nothing. He heaps up riches for someone else to spend. Psalm 39:5-6Living Bible (TLB)
And, was it really almost 30 years ago, I ran as fast as my 45 year old legs would carry me, arm in arm with the other Mimi to gaze with awe at our beautiful first born grandson?
Didn't I just talk to my mother on the phone? No, couldn't have been because she has been gone almost 15 years.
Where does time go?
Years ago I wrote the following poem:
What have you done
With the time that God gave?
Have you spent it all wisely
Or become just it's slave?
From the time of our birth,
'Till the time that one dies,
We're allotted so much,
But, oh, how it flies!
Do you remember the feeling
You had at age eight?
"It's time for my birthday
And, I just can't wait!"
"For then I'll be nine,
And, then I'll be ten,"
Oh, don't you wish
You could go back until then?
Suppose that you could...
That you could rearrange?
Are there things in your life
That you might want to change?
Are there things you have done?
Are there things you have said?
As you look to the past,
Do these race through your head?
Time is a gift
From the Father above.
There's a time to be quiet,
To listen.....to love.
A time to be thankful,
Be grateful....be kind.
To speak with a friend,
It's all ours....yours and mine.
Take time to consider
The hours that have passed.
Were they foolishly wasted?
They could be your last.
Copyright: Jo Ann- September 1969
"My life is no longer than my hand! My whole lifetime is but a moment to you. Proud man! Frail as breath! A shadow! And all his busy rushing ends in nothing. He heaps up riches for someone else to spend. Psalm 39:5-6Living Bible (TLB)
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