I must confess that this poem is not new; its one I’ve had knocking about for a while but I’ve had a busy day and I didn’t have time to write a new one so that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
We live our lives like every day’s the same
And shuffle about in our set routines;
An autopilot wired in our brains,
Forever pushing back our wildest dreams.
When we’re retired, when the kids are grown;
Then we’ll do all the things we’ve wanted to.
Our ideas are there like seeds that have been sown
But lack of care has meant they never grew.
Why wait for some perfect day to arrive?
The time to start your ideal life is now.
Give every dream the chance it needs to thrive
And you can make it all work out somehow.
The tide of life is lapping at your feet.
Dive in and dare to make your dreams complete.