Little Time

by Mike Williamson
(Stanwood WA)

How short our lives are

Sets or twenty

They are gone before we notice

We try hard to keep them

If we ignore them, they are gone.

Plan and plan and do what we must.

To squeeze in all we can

Out of each set of twenty.

I look back and see what I've done.

The memories of the past.

But I'm not done yet.

I haven't seen all there is to see,

Not done all there is to do.

My life is not complete.

From this day forward

I will have a full life

I will record every memory

And I will be remembered.