It's All Over Too Quickly

 

It’s all over too quickly.  When I look

   Behind, all that I was and did are blurred,

Like someone’s flipping pages of a book

   So fast that I can’t read a single word.

Yet every day has something that I wrote—

   A hope, a love, a loss, a gift, a need—

And thoughts and dreams that only God can quote,

   For years are books that only God can read.

This one’s done now; another one begins

   In which I hope I’ll never try to be

Less than my best, or fret about who wins,

   Or live a single day complacently,

      But smile through what I cannot celebrate

      And word by living daily word create. 

 

Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells