Quality time
A lot of our younger years were spent
Wanting to be “old enough to........”
and ‘X’ number of years was like a magic barrier
to be reached or illicitly crossed!
To ride a bike ‘on the road’ - to leave school,
to wear make-up,
get a job, drive a car, go dancing
and / or drinking or even to vote!
We never seemd quite to be ........
tall enough - for the fun fair ride
or old enough - to gain entry
or mature enough to get insured in Dad’s car!
As each goal was achieved - another appeared
But
Life is not a race to the end
There is no prize for finishing first
Each day comes but once
and all we truly have
is the memory of our past
and this one moment in Time
It is the quality
of how we spend our time
which make the best memories
The light of day with the heat of the sun
The dark of night with the brightness of the stars
The colour of a rainbow with the touch of raindrops
when you are outside.........
Living life is all around you - all the time