Time Enough
The young man dreams of glory, there is fire in his eyes. He lives for women, wine, and song; each new day’s fresh surprise. He meets all challenges with joy, and laughs at quirks of fate. His future’s bright, he’s time to spare, there’ll never be too late. The man of middle years knows much responsibility; A wife and kids, a job and bills, he craves stability. Home repairs and school events, vacations far too brief… He juggles all these things and more; he steals time like a thief. The old man sits and dreams his dreams of loves and glories past. He looks at all that he has done; the years went by so fast! He sits and basks in here and now, each day is much the same. Desires now are embers rather than a springing flame. Each season in a life has it’s own view of time’s perception; It’s only as our time grows short we take time for reflection. Then we see time for what it is; a constant, guiding star. Each moment spent was never waste, it made us who we are. 1/22/2025


Beautiful, Ernie. And a perfect ending.