Rushing Through Life
A poem for Hapsari Listya
Rushing through life
when the years were young,
I saw blurs, not people.
Rushing through life
when time was new,
I counted minutes lost.
Rushing through life
when the bills mounted,
I juggled pennies and dollars.
Rushing through life
when happiness was elusive,
I lost track of me.
Having breathing space
when years past are many,
I found me in my passion.
Having precious time
that I now appreciate,
I treasure every moment.
Having what I didn’t,
I can exhale and see you,
as the person you are.
Why couldn’t this
have happened earlier,
when life was fresh?
Why didn’t I know then
what I know now,
as my years are dwindling?
Take a listen, young ones,
don’t wait until you’re old
to learn how to live.
© Dennett 2021
Thank you, Hapsari Listya, for inspiring this poem with your piece You Don’t Need to Rush:
