Ever get the feeling that time flies?
That we are all just butterflies,
Each with his moment in the sun
To hover, flit, spread wings, have fun.
That life is far too short we read,
Although we learn ‘more haste, less speed’
We do not register time passing
All too busy - multi-tasking!
We blink, and youthful days go by
To carefree mode we say goodbye;
Excitement as we earn our crust,
Responsibilities – a must.
Commitments often come too soon
Some may spin their own cocoon;
We pass on knowledge, hone our craft
While juggling hefty overdraft.
Each soul – a splendid butterfly
That briefly charms each passer-by …
We make our mark - but it is brief
In the Book of Life – one leaf …
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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