Sometimes in the rush-a-round,
hurry-up day,
Reassurances and hugs are kept at bay,
Pursuing our goals and checking
our lists,
There are schedules to meet - a timeline exists!
No time for listening, loving, or
playing,
Save it for later, we might be saying,
When the day is done and the time
is right,
But not while I'm busy, tomorrow I might...
...take time to sit and hug a child,
Or hold my lover's hand awhile,
Or listen and lend a willing ear,
To a friend who needs to know I'm "there,"
Yes, tomorrow’s a better time
for me,
For today I'm so busy, can't you see.
Life’s fleeting chances we
often neglect,
Those golden moments when one can connect,
Tomorrow’s a promise that may
never come,
Yet, on that treadmill we continue to run,
Chasing the future, success at
all costs,
A past full of nows eternally lost.
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