Children racing, small ones learning, it all becomes a merry whirl.
Life is lived at pace unheard of, in the great big adult world.
When you focus on the brilliance, wonder slides on like a glove,
you can find the hours fleeing as you fill your day in love.
When we think of things that drain us, when we ponder on how life whirls,
we so quickly sense the horror, lurking, drawing us down in swirls.
When I tire, and feel unfocused; when I yearn for life that glows,
that is when I need awaking- “Save me from this icy floe!”
When the day ends, children mellow, when the energy’s all been spent.
They will look at you with wonder, snuggle up to know they’re loved.
They are hopeful, they are resting, knowing certain that you will tend,
all their treasures ’til the morrow,when this night comes to an end.
So again, I’m feeling hopeful, that each day will greet the sun.
I will greet the joy of living, in the dance with youth who hum.
I can spend without despairing, that my heart will turn to dust.
You’re the one who holds me dearly as I settle into trust.
Author – Bill Tidsbury