Finding The Time To Live
Poem By Sapna Goel
As time flies by
Its not the sagging skin that scares me,
nor the deepening wrinkles,
nor the graying hair or the little sunspots on my face..
what really worries me..
is the undone list of things!
books unread, thoughts un-penned
dances not danced, pictures not sketched
plays un- seen, documentaries un- made
There is so much crammed in my head - unexpressed
Still, remains so much to learn..
To change tyres, repair the light
how to stick to a healthy diet
to sew, knit and cook like a pro
make three somersaults in a row
Run a marathon, cycle, swim
Discipline kids without raising a brow..
Oh! will I ever find the time
To write wacky FB statuses that friends can like'
To climb the mountains I was to scale,
To take those long winding forest trails
Cruise a river, sail through a lake
Reply to the increasing stack of 'important' mails
Help the people I had decided to help,
Make the difference I was supposed to make,
And have I really?
Found all the friends that I was to find,
Met all the people I was to meet
Taught the children everything I could teach
Fulfilled promises I'd made and decided to keep,
Shouldn't I have by now?
Written the letters I had meant to write,
Attempted that free fall from a two seater flight,
Master the games I had wanted to learn,
The accolades are still left to be earned,
I was to change this world, in my humble way,
Enough leisurely evenings I haven't still spent,
Still not sat beside the sea at length,
Nor waded through enough rivers,
or planted trees or plucked wildflowers,
I have not yet grown veggies on my ï¿½organic' farm..
Had a million pets and my own 'abandoned animals' barn
Listened to music at my pace,
Spent enough time away from the rat race,
Fooled around with kids to my hearts content
Nor visited all my long separated friends,
Gazed at the moon, studied the stars
lived the life of a vagabond
There were so many dreams I had dreamt when young..
so many hopes, so much in the 'bucket list' to be done,
yet time goes on..
It slips like sand through my fingers, it doesn't understand
I try to make every moment count, do my best to jam in all I can..
No matter how much time god gives.. will it ever be enough to really live