THE TREASURE HUNTER
It's not wasting time if you find a golden moment
From the first cup at the rise of the sun; 'til last ray of light when day's work is done... hours spent working on things left undone - where did my time fly away? Wealthy in years turns impoverished in days; yet still I thrill a heart set in its ways, burning my hours in a glorious blaze - watching my time fly away... Hours spent searching for nothing at all, frittering seconds away in a thrall searching for subjects I'll never recall; letting my time fly away... Sifting through trash, I am hoping to find a gem of the soul, a jewel of the mind; part of a heart someone else left behind - that's where my time flies away... sifting for gold in the clay... hunting for Treasure all day.
Beautiful. I feel this.🩶
Really nice. When you get your reader to reflect, it is really nice. I have often told myself that it is not the things I have done, but the things I will have left undone that bothers me. Yet, now I have reached a stage that, maybe, these things do not matter whether I do them or not. If there are those that curse me for it, so what?