Make Life Count
by John Smith Williams
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Is striving, rushing Haste an exercise in futility? What if life was lived at a slower Pace?
Make Life Count.
Like most of us I have often pondered on the question Why are we here,
What is the meaning of life?, do we live it and then just disappear,
Why do we spend our days and years living at a frantic pace,
As the years go by why do they appear to go by in an ever increasing haste,
To what purpose do we pass our days, frantically trying to get ahead,
Striving to get to the top of the tree, to lead and not be led,
Never content to allow life to run at a slightly slower pace,
Afraid to stop for a second in case we lose the race,
I have heard it said the end justifies the means,
I ponder on this, wondering if the reward is as great as it seems,
I tend to lead a life tempered to be somewhat slower paced,
Preferring to enjoy the sights and sounds of Gods creative grace,
I prefer to match my tread to the beat of a different drum,
That slower beat which needs less struggle and haste to overcome,
Allowing one to take time to enjoy the gifts of nature, that God has put in place,
With quiet achievements that conquer both time and space.
John W 23/04/04
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|Reviewed by Barbara Henry
|This is beautiful, true,and it gives pause for serious thought.
Barbara J Henry
|Reviewed by Hiren Shah
|Great poem. Especially for the younger generation. There is a saying that lose health to earn money and then spend it to gain health. This is for those who are overdependent on career at the cost of everything else and mess up their lives. I rencently read "The monk who sold his Ferrari" and this is a poetic expression of the entire book. Great work. Keep it up.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Good thoughts well said. Love and peace to you, John. Regis|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Yul Brynner said: We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Everything in-between is a gift.
Enjoyable read, John. Thoughtful, indeed.