Sometimes in the rush-a-round,
Reassurances and hugs are kept at bay,
Pursuing our goals and checking
There are schedules to meet - a timeline exists!
No time for listening, loving, or
Save it for later, we might be saying,
When the day is done and the time
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 today I'm so busy, can't you see.
Life’s fleeting chances we
Those golden moments when one can connect,
Tomorrow’s a promise that may
Yet, on that treadmill we continue to run,
Chasing the future, success at
A past full of nows eternally lost.
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