When we were young, days were much longer,
worries much shorter and dreams much bigger.
As we grow older, days become not so long,
worries grow in number, dreams are forgotten.
But as time goes by, wiser we become...
Let's flow with time and nature...
That way days will just be days...
neither short nor long
worries will not destroy us
and dreams will keep us moving ahead...
Comments
Wow! I am flattered. I really didn't expect so many answers... so lovely... thanks a lot!
And yes, I will keep writing about what is in my heart!
All the best
What a simple and wise poem! Thanks for sharing, Valeria! Yes, as we grow older, days become not so long.