Someday when I grow
up
Someday when I finish
high school
Someday when I
graduate from college
Someday when I finally
retire
Someday when I die
Someday
Every part of our lives is a waiting game; a constant struggle
between the present and the future.
When will that bright future come?
In vain I try to slow down the cogs of time, yet I also long
for them to proceed:
The perfect job; the perfect sunrise or sunset or cloud formation; the perfect time and the perfect place…it is just over the next horizon.
Someday
Peace invades my heart as I grab hold of the present; drink
it in; taste its goodness and hold it tight;
But yet it slips away from me and I am back… waiting on that future golden crown
Help me to see what is in front of me; to smile at happy times and pause in the midst of my daily destinations.
For as sure as the future is within our grasp, we will look back at the sands of time that have drained away and wonder why we were moving so fast.
Someday
Someday I will see that wandering road behind me; stretch for
the past with one hand as I reach in vain for that future reward.
The present is the only gift we have.
The future is not in our hands, but it is in our eyes.
