In the eyes of the young
A lifetime is perpetual fantasy,
Where the horizon is endless,
Tomorrows are divine rights,
And the hourglass is always full!
When middle age approaches
Life becomes a little uncertain,
Limits appear out of nowhere!
Yesterdays are too numerous to count!
And for the first time, the clock is ticking!
Finally, the golden years settle in,
And life becomes memories
Most of them sketchy and vague!
Time slips by ever faster now,
And the door to eternity is ajar!
© Annabel Sheila
Happy Mother's Day Anna xx
Christine
on the past. Sweet are the memories. And today is the time to salt away tomorrow's memories. -gene.
fee
I digress. You touch a chord with me.
hugs
Gina
our lives go by...well written!
Always,
Deborah
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
Beautiful picture as well- nature brings me such peace.
We need to get out doors more.
John
Cheers,
Dan
Mark
It certainly seems to, so we have to make the most of every single day.