The Number of Our Days
If our days are numbered
by the times that our heart beats
it seems an awful shame that
so much is spent in sleep,
so much spent cleaning bathrooms,
or washing up the dishes,
too little spent in berry picking
rambles in the ditches.
so little time spent searching
for the rainbow’s end,
for beauty or for wonder,
or for time spent with a friend.
So if our days are numbered
by the times that our heart beats
please let me use each second left
to make it twice as sweet.
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Ah, a poem to hang on the wall! It’s obviously written from the heart, and I’m sure it will strike a chord in anyone who reads it. It did me. Lovely 🙂
Thank you Tony. Many of my poems come straight from my heart; mostly because my brain is not capable of the same leaps…lol