I want to dedicate my last blog of 2016 to my Uncle Graham who has been battling against poor health for many years now.
Sadly he is now losing that battle and his days are numbered.
Yes this is sad but like myself he turned to writing poetry to express his thoughts and feelings and to write about the people in his life.
I've chosen to share the one he has written about time.
I think we can all relate to it.
Time is precious and we should live each day as if it's our last.
So this christmas whatever you are doing, wherever you are, whoever you are with be grateful and make the most of it.
A bientot
From the French Femme
xxx
A
poem called time
Time is such a little word
Yet so vital to our lives
We all forever chase it
As bees around their hives
Time is all around us
Although it cannot be seen
It is forever moving forward
Yet we all know where it has been
It constantly controls our pace
And for me the reason’s clear
Most days it is like we are in a
race
And to lose fill us with fear
We should take time to contemplate
How to slow this lifelong ride
For I believe it’s never too late
To follow nature’s guide
As we all have allotted time
From the moment we are born
We each must find our way through
life
Embracing each new dawn
Time alas will bring dark days
Along with pain we all must bare
Yet through time we’ll find a way
To lift the burden of despair
Given time we will discover
Time shared will set us free
Be it friendship or a lover
Togetherness is the key
Time is a consultant throughout
space
Predating all before
Yet as we as others have our place
As time will show I am sure
