Last year on a warm, spring day, I got up real early and went to Sandbridge and watched the sunrise. It was gorgeous. I had not done that in years. While watching, I started thinking about the past and the future, and wrote the following poem entitled Time.
The past has drifted out to sea
Among the currents and the breeze.
Today is yet another chance
To give our hearts the room to dance.
To seek out what we hope to see
Or pass the hours being free.
Or run as fast as we can go,
Or simply walk and take it slow.
Or open up a brand new door,
Or find a place not seen before.
Or listen with an open ear
To all there is to learn and hear.
No matter what we choose to do;
No matter where it leads us to,
No map or guide will light the way,
We really only have today.
Sun stock photo of a sunrise.