Can this be real, can this be right, Is life passing before my eyes?
Have I been blind, have I ignored, why have I let it go by?
Wait! just stop; where is the pause, can we please take it slow?
Why do we hurry, why do the young want to be older, and just where did our lives go?
I love my children, and I love my wife, but how often do I stop and see them for who they are?
Do I study their faces or their beautiful hair? Do I tell them how much I care?
The mirror proclaims, the wrinkles bared, the years have quickly passed me by.
Those who once were young have now become a product of Father Time.
Don't put off what you can achieve today, tell all you love, and tell them right away!
I have become what I once thought was old, and now I see what I have to be -
A man of peace, passion, and love for life, our lives too short to become grumpy and gray!
About the Creator
Kevin Klabon
I am an artist, a musician, an author, a poet, a magician of the written word.
I live no life without pen and paper, or a paintbrush in hand.
If you could share your love for what I love, I would love you to the moon.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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This is so true and I bet you’re a great dad and husband.