If I could slow
The pace,
My mind
So takes in haste,
Wouldst shorten so
The race,
Allowing life fair taste…
Thus I should pine
Days be as when,
A child then
Could barely wait
For long day’s end,
Whereas I’m now
Mindful of time,
Long I for endless days!
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Long I, as well, for endless days. Lovely.
Thanks Paulette. I’ve been longing for endless days a while now, as those day’s hours started feeling far more like minutes. Jean-Jacques
I also long for endless days.
However,in my case, it is an illusion, I so prize “activity”
You might have missed the point somewhat. The endless days I speak of are those shunned by early youth because of disorganized impatience. That we long for endless days in later life is a dream of being able to maximize that “activity” you and the rest of us enjoy, and who want to live life to its fullest. There is no illusion involved, there is the sad reality that time goes faster as we age, ergo days end too fast. Jean-Jacques Fournier