Time Flies
We know it flies.
We see that it flies.
We comment that it flies.
We marvel that it flies.
We lament that it flies.
When, oh when, will we realize?
That the magic lies when we recognize
All of the incredible opportunities …
To evangelize
To the old and the sage, the new and the wise
but the advice still dulls, despite its reprise
Gratitude, my friend
For every damn second
Is the only way to stop, to smile…
and to really and truly be alive.
If you enjoyed this one, you might like to read some of my other “Seuss-ian” poems.
Have a great day my friends.
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