Winter dead, spring begun
Short days of dark replaced by sun.
New growth around, birds in song
The early morning light do throng.
When once I toiled, I had no chance
To watch the dappled blossom dance.
The bleating lambs fresh born, too deaf
I was to listen, pause and take a breath.
Now pensioned, still quite young
So easy just to let time run.
Pacing round or sitting stare
Achieving nothing, life quite bare.
So much gained in time gone by
To only after find it die.
Higher climbed, more room to fall
Another victim of life’s thrall.
A golden coin still each day I’m given
To live my life no longer driven.
Spend it wisely is all that’s asked
Living now and not times past.
Total freedom now I live
So much opportunity to give.
Our span’s so brief, let not it go
Without regard to others so.
Should we choose we can evolve
And in so doing problems solve.
Once content to live in slumber
We will wither, just a number.
Tail up flying way back when
But not life living then again.
Depth of knowledge we can find
Only so with open mind.
Let not our faces always turn
Within ourselves and so time burn.
Learning still and outward looking
In life’s resort a new room booking.
However long, however short
Let’s not early life abort.
Time too brief and life too rich
To throw it idly in the ditch.
No longer bound in childhood’s glee
In our youth we more could see.
In middle age, we must not potter
Last orders coming, time to alter.
Our final day, all coins spent
Let’s all reflect on how life went.
Too late, no more we’ll have to share
Anew let’s count and simply care.
© 2017 James Hanna-Magill